The morrow lingers just as long
as a sigh left unspent .
Fleeting whim that melts
into the gossip of stardust dolls
raised amid the turmoil of early
childhood solar storms ...
Death robed in a bride\'s pale veil ,
smiles within the glowing memory
of imaginary seasons ,
woven from the dissonant strings
devoted to the spell of our illusions,
bound to the incantations of our waking dream .
Architectural scriptures etched
in the breath of a few lunar desires
playing with our tangled hours ...
Skewed reverie of a voyage beyond
all the ends of genesis ...
Creature born of the cold beauty
of a meteor\'s unraveling rain ...
A cascad of silver ghosts ,silent echoes,
stitching the night\'s pallid filaments-
perhaps souls drifting toward paradise ,
and dawn\'s unbounded fields ,
long lost realm of the chaste Artemis
in the witching melody of the Orionids...