I run through these illuminations of so many lives.
Wrinkled leave as page marker.
Intimate perfume burners for a few beauties .
'' Je t'aime '' parody line in a requiem .
Kisses and frivolities that taste like faded candies....
I've crossed many deaths and spicy islands
in the furious agony of tornadoes ,
softness of a candlelight ,
offering,winter, a final breath .
taking a break after such a long journey ,
my sandals requesting grace ,
the soul of the old hiker ,
finally free of fatigue...
Engraver of sublime parchments,
alchemist dining with Lucifer ,
hanged man escaping
from the malefic tarot ,
a witch sharing my pyre ...
'' Executioner play your part !''
Iegendary horseman ,rider of the wind ,
january strait navigator ,
black queen in seasons of passion,
in the garden of scarlet flowers,
sings the triumphant lily ,
eagle and lion in battle...
Assembly dancing to the rhythm
of a '' Polonaise '' ...
'' Play for me faithful gypsy fidle ! ''
Turn haughty princesses
in the arms of naughty black hussars !
The lights go out ...
The empress is led to the crypt .
'' Cappucino per favore maestro ! ''
I walk on the banks of the lake
where madness has the cold air
of a cigar cutter ...
'' Espresso machiato fra Diavolo ! ''
Would I find you again
melancholy passer-by
To the lake ,taking us,
on a never ending voyage ?
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Author:
lorenz (Pseudonym) (
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Comments2
This poem is another mind provoking one. Some great lines.
A saraband that takes souls into paradoxical time !
A kind of mystical autobiography of the soul.
A brilliant poem where the soul wanders between reincarnations, dissolving into images and eras.
I walked along the peaceful shores of the lake where a vagabond empress was immolated by the madness of the world.
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