Poem XIII - "She was a song" [Back catalogue]

She was a song—

That took me on Her dulcet wings,
Away from this tiresome earth,
To places within and outwith myself:

      Dreamy distant deserts of the primal
            and
      Kilometre-high metropolises of the emotionally edified.


She was the setting Sun—

With Her I lived in the
                                    moments:
Each infinitesimal of the Greatest Falling,
The diurnal monologue only we cared to listen to.

      With Her I would expend the triumphant golden day,
            and then
      Search out the obsidian monuments and ancient tarns in arcane night.


She was the secret of the silent Snake—

Brimming with Wonders undelved;
The delirium of Imperium;
The spring from which my bewilderment drank.

      Her kiss had the impetus of comets,
            and
      In Her cavernous Mind darkly wraithlike Ideas fluttered and darted.

M.M. — Aprilis MMX