Images of the Spirit

1.         I had a dream

Scattered blue through grey fields

Of a dark mind.

Black and bitter seas,

Bite sans cese the anchored beach,

Made of ashes of dead flesh.

The crystalloid moon grinned,

Saying ‘Who shines more?

White laments fall with diamond’s dew’.

Don’t laugh pearled beauty,

Death will reach you with cold breaths.

Oh Dreams,

Whims of haze, caprices of smoke.

As the sun evaporates their fantasy,

We stay blind, confused,

Waiting for meek returns.

Realms of invention,

Desires made of fear,

Fear consumed by reality,

And agonizing Death pursuing.

2. When dreams in an abyss,

The solitude governs,

Intimate, interior lights,

Green with hope,

Glow through the water of my eye.

In muttering whispers

Are suddenly the lights seduced,

By this bittersweet spirit,

So all are now dancing,

Colors and shapes in images

Are with hidden beauty created.

Though along come these white knights

Of tender oblivion,

To suffocate the light´s fire

Which grew nothing but lovable pains.

Between towers of smoke,

The lights return to sombre silences

In fleeting hours of airy thoughts.

Rounded by ashes,

Sleeps again bitter buds of melancholy,

Awaiting to be,

By the opaque horn of memory,

Called to enchant once more

And always,

The lights in our souls.