The Red Rabbit

Across from this municipality by the bay I silently stand here Looking deeply upon the open waters Currents that make there way Beyond the moon reflecting tide The colourful lights.... Stillness drowns, the sounds all around What a pretty montage, the skyline seems Before my searching eyes, these images.... Turning inward, toward the depths of my mind This quietness of floating, through time With these metal laced wings Weighing my spirit, to this place! Caught within a world that I have never belonged.... But oh how it looks so lovely Such portraits upon the wall Except for these ones here In black pearl frames; blank.... Center stage; as they stare back at me Fireflies with fangs, swarming above the waves On their way atop the jangled, turbid turquoise sea Towards the glitter and the dreams In the nighttime....You stand there? Until one day you finally find Reality.... Is but an illusion Played amid varied and disappearing shells This flicker of light; this vapor of sight Beautiful chords of enticing pastel shades Vanishing behind, a fog shroud mist.... These turning currents; which sweep towards the dissertings despair With invisible brush strokes; charcoal Splattered upon this absorbing canvas The crimson crawl; changelings, like a disease Clingling shawls.... Turning bright to bitter red While the concerto plays on, its joyous song And metal laced wings, fall from me Beyond the skydome, of tangible tides As poison basted water lilies.... Beckoned beneath the solidago; smiling Pointing to all their pretty pictures Before the fireflies with sharpened fangs Hung their veils.... Upon the black pearl frames; blank Chanting their songs, alluringly, to them all As the splash of fallen things, fell; set my soul free A new tune to compose, that shall never fade, away While looking across the panthered purple waves, towards the city Tides turning from arcane blue, unto another hue Now rising.... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The Red Rabbit!?