Reflected gentle in the skies,
Moon and stars, strolling serenely
Laughing winds in shadow implies
Quiet dreams dancing pristinely
Listening for the chance to rouse
Phantastic that might prove keenly
Hidden away like the still mouse
Quiet dreams dancing pristinely
Dusk falls light against the spirit
Mounting dreads, seldom obscenely
Mighty moods, the heart can hear it
Quiet dreams dancing pristinely
Even the night cannot explain away
Hence, feelings dark, not so meanly
Nocturnal dread, filled with dismay
Quiet dreams dancing pristinely
Fanciful twilight falls softly
Echoing musings quite sheenly
Beguiling glooms, quite awfully
Quiet dreams dancing pristinely
Categories:
phantastic, night,
Form: Kyrielle
I am fret-less,
in a fingers slide
palming the sublime
a lost cord
the first guide
on my journey
I was yanked
into destiny’s
embrace
alien phantastic
orphaned to never
and bound
on the loom
of fate
I kiss sleep from
your mouth
and bathe
in dreams
of you
I am incandescent
on a loop of twine
Categories:
phantastic, love, passion
Form: Free verse
Oxford
The filigree of the old and wounded tower,
rays of stone to soften the sky,
Oxford,
rain falls to drown the silent dreams of history.
The Botanic Garden,
boats like wooden chains on the water.
From the Botanic Garden the flowers sing, together with the birds of
ancient history.
The old walls of soft and yellow stones,
forgotten architecture of present time.
And the years fall over humid streets,
fall like drops of deep pearls of a silent sea.
Across the colleges, I pass the parks, guided without deviation.
In the night the lights let
the streets flower, like phantastic flowers of spring.
The filigree of the city is deep and freshly engraved.
Rain falls to clean the sites,
with a new light.
Categories:
phantastic, nostalgiaold, old,
Form: Prose Poetry