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In the darkness of the night,
a ruby gleams
to contrast a slumbered eye awakened
to feeling,
reflection, light,
Lady "Genie", eyes aglow
like a beast, in mid-stride,
lost in her midnight dreams is clothed in a revealing,
one that will go to show.
Her beauty is like a million stars in a constellation,
radiating with undeniable fascination,
strobes at the mind's ceiling.
Her essence a spell that enchants
for a chance meeting with starcrossed soul,
in mutual translated meaning, instead of blindness
seeing only
money, power, fame, or a throne.
Her countenance
leaving a trail of wonder wherever she goes,
she moonlights in the beam of a sisterly moon
well to do, curtseys well meaning entanglements
her care that is shone.
Before Time's fermentation-
leaves her unknown,
to wraith the shadows of regrets malign,
an unsown family forever mourned, is not fine.
I am not a stalker, a black widow either !
Just an unnoticed wraith in the ether.
In her present darkness under the persistence of Time,
a ruby gleams to contrast a slumbered tithe,
like a beastly eye awakened to
scan the surroundings for possibilities and this time
construct a dream and make for a hunt of sudden life
from sudden death
two minutes to midnight- ovulation tick tock
click click boo...reverberating berating again
and again in her head, clothed in a song of gong.
But this time the voice urged her, encouraged her with a knowing whispertron "Get it on..."uttered from unknown breath, "
dance to the beat of your own drum."
Though her beauty was like a million stars
in a constellation conjunct Venus and mars,
and radiating with undeniable fascination that strobes
the mind's ceiling in a cure'dArs-
and probes with a strung out heart
Her essence was trapped in a spell that enchants
only others, only duty, only to play for others' a part.
"oh if but once, I hope for a chance meeting
with starcrossed soul,
who will wish for me as his booty to dragon guard
and be like a reward."
Though she leaves a trail of wonder to finger
"this way" each way, she goes,
she moonlights in the beam of a sisterly moon
saddened in her aglow,
both of these keeping traditionally the accepted way
things usually go,
but tonight something beckoned to
leave an intangible, abstraction, an indelible mark
to market magic to oscillate ovulate action,
in a new wave and freakWenchSea
under moon's attraction.
She saw the vision clearly in the hourglass reflection
of black widow symbol upon the snow.
"No more haunting visage ! I will decide how it goes",
she bit down on her lip-
blew the locks out of her eyes,
planted hands on her hips-
and put a new plan in motion,
"if I be but setting set -to allure
before menopause cures d'Arrears its cruel conjure
plasters its iconoclast death canning of chasted though urned,
living wine- plucked of passions vine, my vintage stock whisped by the willows
and plumped bottling rack goes dry
before the bellow air of time burns arid turn,
before the falling
leaves leave me unknown,
an unImbibed fermented tear-
spirit sown of the light's- own tinder
sliding sympathy beer.
That's not gonna happen,
I must have faith in the great design,
of that magical burning ember bellowed to shine.
I will not wraith the shadows of doubt,
a family forever mourned by a conceding regret, that is not yet,
still borne of member,
nor membership spent on the sea to beget,
the currency of nows voyage, salty sprayed
and newly wet," she smiles, "and savely met !"
As she travels her lonely road distancing
from the pier, she peaks through windows to glean
whether this is the home of a single man alone,
(so that she may place her vacancy lamp at his door with just the right feng shui as to get him to peak interest back
to rub her lamp and fill her empty void of cursed Tesseract.)
Not a black widow shaped hourglass,
or raven tapping at the window in
CinderUmbrella time torn disdress !
In the silence of this particular night, a melody softly sings,
__________ is where he dreams,
dreams of ancient tales, of forgotten things.
The stars above, a tapestry divine,
a masterpiece of a mapped design.
A lonely star, a wanderer is new in the sky,
longing for a muse, it chutes the eye.
This time, a short time later, Time is on her side,
is a daredevil where events collide.
"He has collected my lamp, taken me inside.
I wonder if I should make the drapes match his eyes, feng shut them and see if his wish is compromised by lights dimmed low in compromise."
That is what she did, and was no longer hid from him in
the World's turns, as he would normally recluse and be hid,
he recused himself from his agony-long enough to
invest investigation upon that deja vuic glint
looking for her nightly, would gaze out his widow,
now the window showed that makeshift urn brightly
at the everence of the moon- to send him a beacon,
a symbol, a sign of his reborn. In a curiousity of hope
still afloat in the salt of his belief,
as it
sprayed him in eyewash, fountained from the deep.
But we see, he got more than that, we may initially see,
in that new medium, of belief and hope
came a super sized family, shone of timing,
breaking his lover's servantly bands,
to be able to serve of her own accord,
a higher calling granted,
with love to a lovely plan.
Copyright ©
Jude Herrick
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