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Garden of Delights

Garden Of Delights 

In wondrous dreams 
     I walk
Where nightmares 
     flank each side, 
Where demons 
     laugh and talk 
With echoes 
     of my pride. 
And there I am, 
     perfection, 
Among sideshow 
     freaks and fools, 
Hiding behind 
     my reflection, 
Defying 
     all the rules. 
Yet judges 
     sit in audience 
On purple cellophane 
     flowers, 
Damming me 
     in accordance 
With their hallucinogenic 
     powers. 
Casting me 
     into false hope
Where I've met 
     myself before, 
Surely, this time, 
     I can cope 
With the ego 
     I ignore. 

Empty emotions 
     grow like trees 
Filling my world 
     with spaces, 
Bulging forests 
     of random keys 
Unlocking 
     featureless faces 
As beautiful as 
     the butterflies 
I saw, once, 
     in my sadness, 
Settling on 
     my vacant eyes 
In the grotesque colours 
     of madness. 
I am lost in 
     a garden of delights
And it's not 
     where I want to be,
An infinity 
     between two finites 
Transcending 
     the essence of me. 
There I wander 
     an aimless path 
Between the known 
     and unknown, 
And, still, 
     the demons laugh 
As I dream 
     my dream alone.

© RJVHorton2015

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