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...
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lorenz (Pseudonym) (
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It is the first two lines that caught me Lorenz. Well said. the cosmic feel of this poem was surreal but then so is the cosmos. Loved it
On october we wil be able to bid farewell to these souls as they make their way to paradise...
On what planet is paradise?
It maybe an inner planet where the voyager seems to constantly waver between material and spiritual world...
A meteoric fav my friend
Ha! ha! Thank you for your consideration !
most welcome. a delightful read
The poem feels like an Impressionist symphony. Music lives in these lines.
'' La nuit des Orionides''' Par Claude Debussy .
Instrumental orchestral composition and French impressionist atmosphere .
So, it’s official then.
I really enjoyed this, Lorenz. There is so much night-sky wonder in it that I could almost feel myself looking up while reading. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
A fleeting luminous trail - An eternal prelude to the symphony of the spheres...
real sense of amazing things and movement
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