fata morgana

may 23rd, 2007

phantomed by the bright singularity

almost reflected in the roots

her suns sparkle through dew drops infinitely flowering into countless rainbows of angles spewed

is this an illusion, a trick of the eye?

soft, love, lie me down to your cool sheets; entangle me

wander-proof your lovely china, i shatter all that glares

and all the moving parts come drifting, lonely back to me

i say "go on home now, tonight is a curse of old times

just to honor her cordially, i drank the salty mist that came in through the trees

she laughed and my throat then burned with the hate of all dying moons,

who fall back to their weeping mother, crumbling to her womb

gravity collapses with the upturned sand in a storm of orange and grey

the palm trees scream for me to stop time's decay

but all i dream is me, almost reflected in the roots"

Reviews

[T]

Is it an illusion?? Beautifully done....

[He@ther!]

Wow thats beautiful!!:) A very tranquil and enjoyable read:)

[bailish]

I found this to be a marvelous ode to nature.

Thank you.