Rise the night’s droplets
Streaming panes of westward flight
The dawn a red flare in the umbrage
With you I slept
Careless for tomorrow
With you my light did pierce
The dark hold of slumber
And usher the overlook the hidden paths
The rabbits that cleaved for white fur
’Las all was blushed in black
Except for you
The golden edge of the purest light
Captivated my errant wanderings
And held dear their course
To blissful end
A messenger from darker paintings past
Meandering the streaks of light washed space
The kingdom of clouds will reign
And coarse decree would sever beauty
Her gestalt oppressor
Your majesty a matriarch
Rest the deconstructive tendency
Where naught is left to spin
And hold the cobalt sky
Thy epitome
Again the fog descended
And the history was a strong rye
Absinthe tint
And it disappeared on ghosted mezzanine
From which the piano once had played itself
Had once composed of dreams
Laid upon the dusty shelves of afterthought
Now just washed
Openly discreet the light was sharp
It punctured the shadows
Their orbs of dark energy
To cake the running waters
In bashful hints of smoke
She lit a cigarette to spark disgust
Though the rolled papier
It tingled like a flake of bliss
Flittering in the ballet of devilish class
And haughty intoxication
Steeps the whiskey breath in arrogance
Rivers that carve out the deep valleys of solitude
An eastern unity approached in layered tiers
On the western descent
To the harsh and swirling abolition of reason
To its blithe reconstitution
Follows the fearful high
Skim above the eddies where the river is a trap
As the shadows move the light of day
To cling to that which bears
And only you were in my mind
To keep the air anew
As the balletic aura discounted history
For the golden city was pure
The river striated by the greater swathe of time
The derivative of motion
Fall the day’s parchments
To a feast owls screeching of the night
And there was you to keep the light disclosed
All the shifting and the rain
Held clear
Held trusting
The old haunts of the West
An ontological stalking ground
Feasting on the sinews of former tapestries
Looming in the walls the alley the hemlock imbibed as sacrament
And where the darker painting had been hung
Take your time a suspended death
Now washed out and over in vibrant color
In new life the morning star’s trinity
A light that fell for the evening chime
The twinkle of the hooded owl’s eye
She took long drags in the intersection of worlds
Deep rifts of time and place
Closed with the still of impotency
The devils passed into the esteem
Of a new Bohemian night
The maroon netherworld that touched the cobalt sky
In clean approach to appellant sin
The spheres are silent in the end
Movement to movement a lagging breeze
Drawn out the intellect its vagrant gaps
All fallen on the deaf ears of a glass figurine
Demystifying of the shrieking muse
Writing my body into the night
Became a foreigner to me
And there was you a new light to burn
’Las the light was much more pleasant
In its soft warmth than its aging fire
And this soft light would I to cling to
To hold my humble ruse
Beg hold the light
Even it’s unbearable
The vessel howled as it plunged
The bottomless tunnel
Even desperate it’s infinity
Sought laden rest in the black recesses
The clean light slanting and fading
The posthumous evening fog
Evanescing out thy time distraught
And parched transitionless sleep
Gentle time was naught thy clockwork heart
Racing for the close the dawn of black
Remembering the open shine
Willows of curtains bellowing the shafts of remnant
Hold your essence into onset void
And nightless sky a darker cobalt
Preserving what aura beauty singed the day
Would hold dear unto the hastening red dawn
A rapture was your thought
I kissed the born of shadows’ density
Aloft the falling skies
Colors’ grade the streets of days’ last ending
One long night bereft
Except that you would I be holding
Rejuvenating the spirit of its sugars
The blood of oranges a glucose meme
On roads that wound the tree of life
Out from concrete reality
The harsh wall of abstracting season
Dear logic the attorney of reason
Incorporating an intangible existence
In the communal opposition of the spirit
Resisting the gravity of cold truths
That left no space for lullabies of enlightenment
Sleeping on an age
Which in its farthest reaches
Destructured humanity its natural essence
And left us to roam the locus of desire
Quite absent of its impetus
Quite bereft of astral derivative
’Tis always quiet coming down
And still in the wandering dissension
There was you to cling to
And that it was my folding
To turn my eyes to sea
And seek the other shore
In this very life we’re holding
In this abyss we’re seen
Beauty the betrayal of appearance
Taking precedence of becoming
A cobalt dream
Gestalt the murmuring
Hollow the shells of evil
It was a relished scene
And you were humming
And the empty streets still dead of dreaming
Clung to the sin like fat tissue
Can you hold the light forbear disclosing?
Reveal the darker shade
In the cloak of hollow shame
The guilt of ages not one’s own
Yet forced to hear the drumming
Dancing on the waters of refracted time
A great gap sprung open
For the truth was far more dense
Than time had ever shown her humming
Sleep little child
Life is but a dream we’re running
And the walls were closing in
Except that you were on the podium
Except that you were speaking of the age
Fearless of becoming
The new film of skin on the grit scars
Of western history
The heart would keep on drumming
A perfect slip into the long of night
What shadow were you courting?
And what ether would sooth my aching hips
Still in the auras of potent blunts?
The music grazed off her lips
A prolific silhouette against the blinding white
The reflections of a cobalt star
Wrapped in the lingering haze of departure
The West was fading on the run
A wild dream it was
And only to you was I now coming
My carrier across the delving rift
Sheer time save face
The fjord was a rupture on the coast
The other shore was lunging out to sea
To capture me
Bring me you still sunning
Beneath cobalt skies and desire
And I thank you for the humming
It was a steady light this fire
Across the night I’m burning
The dark orbs a light simmer of perfection
Stained emerald suns
That had set through the fog
Condensed upon the close of history
And you were a clean shine
My instinct was a tracing to
The papier crumpled and ashed like a flake of nothing
The shards transparent like a sheet of ice
In a flight of dreams that I was skating on
Gazing on your sky
And sunning
Caught the rise of the East
Outside my curtains’ fantasies
There expected a splendid evening harbour
Jason Greendyk, www.jasongreendyk.com
