PURPLE HAZE

I run bear soiled, I set the flock apart

I touch the nerve of still waters to summon

The pale fallen leaves of autumn’s heart,

The flying moths flicker sprouts of lucid light

Owls in reveries, brawling in hazy trance

As I catch an orb of light running from transit fright,

Prodigious flakes of snow cover her violet frame,

As around she circles, casting the good ole spell

Charting her territory; jubilant hums strike the ether,

Walking on the seraphic cloth; wearing the night

Ringing flute harmonies fill up the dome; death to fever.

 

 

Slipping my way forth; serenity, with an adonis in sight

Throttling up the green hills, strangled by a caladium

Lifting me off the mortal gaze, nurturing the pond

In draught is the fallen man dancing in delirium,

Spirits ought to clash in the colosseum of profane chess

Pawned to quench the thirst of the mortal virtue weavers

The heart wrenchers, the soul deceivers; and so I rest,

Feathered are her fragrant curls; weighing off my chest

Purgatorial visions, shadows in passing images

Yet tree swallows command the shade to attest,

 

 

Incarcerated to mortality; yet a fair trade I reckon

When retrievals hound the maid so rotten

When the mourners lodge wears off; forgotten

By the frogs leaping out of murky ponds; yet begotten

Again he, who holds dear to the hairs of the furthest boundary

Who bestows on himself and breeches no code

No fangs without or in his abode; he shan’t slip down a lode,

I lift my eyes to rays slipping the ether, and I see the days

Running ablaze, reflecting her wings on jolly wheat

Holding me by the wrist, emancipating me to higher seats,

 

 

She seizes my seasons; molding my fevers to mist

Running atop clouds she summons the breeze, in whisps

Looking down on seas where the flying winds

Run past the exuberant waves that sunk my craze,

Irrational are the reason beseechers; leeches

Are ached when God marks the foul preachers

Yet those he reaches, when his soil gives forth peaches

As syrupy as the hymns sung in deafening unison

Behind the veil of Elysium, above scavenging screeches,

 

 

Looming over me, pointing to the sea belly

Bouncing behind my back, swarmed to the feet in rosemary

The air shall carry, but time sinks all but fairies glaring

Past our mortal cascades, soothing our dread; bid farewell!

Bid farewell to the crumbling stone! No longer alone!!

For a man who oysters a pearl within a wounded core

Shall not mourn and atone, that which his heart pierced

For the ether shall sing onto you, and in your luminous beads

The sun shall loom over the ascending towers of everlasting bliss.