Incubus

Incubus.
The male demon inside my head
The astral constellation
satellites off the shores of Pluto
a cold crushed diamond
hurtling in hyperspace
sparkling in rotation
silently spoken 
the unspoken, 
the uttered,
the muttered and the said.

Gas formations spiral
the nebula of new world creations
happening beneath the cobalt sky
the unanswered questions
am I even here
and if so, 
why?

Gravity.
Descends me
push and pulls me
the ground holds me
reaching for the stars
just beyond my grasp

Space.
That vacuum
sucking the corners of imagination
and the lost voices of childhood
running free in the long grass
of colourful dreams.

In the blur I see you
moving slightly amid plucked strings
and vintage wallpaper 
the garden of candles
flickering in the near light.

The incubus of devilment
and stolen words 
to yet reveal themselves 
the forgotten fragrance
of yesterday's radiance
never forgotten
just a short solar burst away
from Proxima Centauri.

I'll get there,
eventually.

Author's Note

All thoughts are welcome

Reviews

[Glen Yumang Manese]

Now -- this gets the reader -- the way you put this together...I have say this spirals down the lines and gets at the feel of the write...liked the way this develops...slowly and meticulously...your last two stanzas blends this work...

[Lorriman]

Thanks Glen, glad you like it :)