Kissing ghosts

20 March 2016

 

Night-time breathes

Essence of outlines

Hovering

In the air

Between the dark and the light

Forms hidden in sight

 

Suspended

Between Earth and skies

Amorphous

Shades of grey

They gather close where I lay

In between spaces

 

Dreamtime strikes

A chord deep within

Like clockwork

I start task

Glory of netherworld’s breed

Ravenous their seed

 

Feeding child

Of honey and milk

There are queues

For the old

A thin line of remembrance

Before dark penance

 

We starve soul

Through bouts and binges

When bodies

Swell and burst

Saturated with the feed

Recollecting thirst

 

Of quenching

Thirst for inner realm

I know tales

Of sirens

They drink the oceans to brink

Of silent despair

 

With their hearts

I sit in solace

Stone for stone

Rigid talk

I forecast the first ripple

When feelings will stir

 

The lines blur

Draw false conclusions

Am I carved

Are they set

We open lines of regret

In marble we cloak

 

My blue veins

They shudder dark ink

From bosom

Every day

I raise hope but in dread sink

When clocks mark dark hour

 

Random call

It wakes me to sight

Of unnamed

Kissing ghosts

I compose odes to the light

That trickles through me

 

Reading of the poem: 

Duduk of the North [Gladiator] – Hans Zimmer & Djivan Gasparyan

Distant Lands – Djivan Gasparyan Arman Chakmakian

Kapuit Manushak (Blue Violet) – Duduk Djivan Gasparyan

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P2lJisqnnoE