Monday, February 09, 2015

A Poem Draft

Bewitchment

Cast through my heart some thin, pallid light
tangled in shadows that flow in the night,
ocean of darkness, with eddying black
muddled with motion, like spidering crack,
O moon, bright phantom.

Sing with a melody argent and fine,
higher than bell and as tinny as tine,
thin as a reed and yet rich as the spray,
angel-like mists that aeolian play,
O moon, sweet cantor.

Dream me a dream, my alchemist sprite,
manic with madness from unction of light,
pure as a potion, a medicine deep,
thick as forever and stringent as sleep,
O moon, cold curer.