Impression II

Impression II

Dancers in the neon light
Gamblers at their fortune's height
The stubborn muse, the sailing kite
Obscuring both the moon and night
All fade when heaven high above
starts falling.

The fish they preach in muttered screams
Of chasing phosphorescent dreams,
So silence passion at the seams
With words trapped in a guillotine;
The hour dies, the drunk soon hears
The sad-eyed poets calmly crying.

Silhouette figures on the wall
With their silhouette whispers in the hall
Drink their French wine till they crawl
In the Arabian desert standing tall
And brimming with restless sounds
Of circus chimes.

Sylvan splendor in her mercury hair
With her porcelain face and her fiery stare,
The lady walking with her matchbook flair
Through the ancient city square
Tried to find those jewels so rare:
Those iron castles in the air
But found herself submerged
Within the waters of the times.

Choirs chant, their voices phony,
Acid spewing cacophony
Curse the pillars bitterly
To fall upon them naturally
And cure the drought of honesty
That plagues the hurricane;
The raging seasons' might.

Broken geranium lips release a sigh
Into the chrysanthemum sky,
Watch as it grows wings and flies
To join distant friends up high,
Where they temporarily defy
The cons of temporary eternity;
Where the saints don't cry
And politicians can't reply
to constant sorrows of the night.