Three Autumns

 

Three Autumns

He simmers in a fire, his pupils taut
From the silver folds of a crystal moon
Falling through the violet autumn haze
Of wrinkled leaves and children sleeping soft.

With hands grasping the snowy birches' bark,
Frail virgins bound by rusty earthen cuffs,
He dived into the ocean of his night:
Young, flawed, blossoming.

Far away he saw the vermilion  flames
Dancing on the horizon, stars
Lost among the frozen veil
Of hours slowly passing.

Sweet visions tickled his cheeks
When the sapphire muse came dancing,
Tangling her locks upon his knees
As she sang her ancient Roman hymns.

So his fingers searched the darkness,
Colliding with the nocturnal wind
As he fumbled through the venom swarm
Of varnished scents and rebel dreams.

Reviews

[~crazy Beautiful~]

Very vivid imagery in this one, I watched this piece like a film, very beautful poetry, thank you for entering my contest