requiem

a painted flame, the frozen smoke,        
no more the flooding lamplight woke,
words on which no silence grew,
time’s insufficient spell on you,
long roads across a gleaming sky
charted by unseeing eye,
where pilgrims dream and beggar sighs,
bow to your benediction,
impotent death, the dreamer dies.

The plaintive earth, our cup was filled,
woven flow of change now stilled,
when laughter chimed it’s perfect sound
the drifting petal fell to ground.
strange soft handed depth subdues
drowned colour there, black to hues,
disentangled from humanity
calm clouds of silence followed me.

less than the breath of children playing,
a blasphemy scarce worth the saying,
batallions of dead gods cry war
and loves citadel she stands no more,
yet gold still lies behind these eyes
from the ashes a pheonix flies,
up to the horizon and the heights above
his wings they sigh the song of love.

an empty room, our bodies moved,
light glinted on those eyes i’ve loved,
you without pity, i without shame,
from the whispering life outside came,
voices out of shade who cried,
whilst children play by the wayside,
stirred an eddy in that ordered falling
a knowledge from the gloom, a calling.

night was void arms, a phantom still,
only these enormous wheels of will,
have built a house not for times throwing,
where war knows no power,
safe shall be my going in this last farewell.
my love, my dreams,
rest assured i’ll not forget
for…i will find a place where i’ll unwrap that scented store,
to remember, to touch,
to turn my memories over…
in truth no place which gave them birth
shall ever close, between the rainbow and the rose.