Melodies In the Fog

The product of the mind

Melodies in the fog.

 

Today I woke with your memory on my mind

With the desolate images of times non existent

A frame carved into the flesh

Where no man nor mind may go

 

Tomorrow I’ll walk the iron city

To the beat of a sole metronome

I’ve drawn a smile

Soulless and ever complacent

 

Nevermore embracing

Evermore decaying

A Nomad

With no kingdom

Nor King

I’ve but the soul of a vagabond

 

Abstract thoughts of silence

Murmurs the memories of violence

Passive

Pensive

My vision is but the black

Whispers into the shallow sleep

 

Await a judgment

So fair

So cruel

So real

 

The tumultuous crowds

Fade into a faceless fog

Where I see my reflection

The impossible fantasy

You

 

Today I went to sleep

With your face on my mind

A flesh seduced by the symphony

A lullaby

A death trip

 

I’ll await the aria of the two

If ever the beauty to embrace

Waiting by the gates of dawn

Will you be there?

When I close my eyes forever

 

I fear not chaos

But a peace

Serene

Everlasting

Reviews

[TL Boehm]

a lovely yet mournful - melancholy write. "I'll await the aria of the two." Such atmosphere in this piece. SO nice to read you again.

[M.D Leon]

Thank you, i guess people are used to my spontaneous comebacks haha! Just a question, i want to see if i achieved my goal, What did you think the poem was really about?

[TL Boehm]

To me it speaks of Heaven. Of the perfection of a relationship that simply doesn't exist here. And it could be of a person to person relationship but to me it seems more of a spirit to spirit thing. It is beyond romance - or perhaps deeper than the romantic norm.

[M.D Leon]

Like most of my work i wanted this to have a romantic undertone for sure, but its actually about the self, about what your mind and you memories can do to you.
"The tumultuous crowds
Fade into a faceless fog
Where I see my reflection
The impossible fantasy
You"
I'm referring to two things. A love that has no future, and the impossibility to really ever understanding who you are completely. The you can mean, the lost love, myself, or even the readers self.

[M.D Leon]

How your own mind can torture yourself

[Chris]

First stanza - may?

The last stanza held me... well - as I added question marks