Reflections of the Son 2008: Phantom Reality

[51] A Number of Things

Another road leads to you,

Bearing the vision of love so true.

Chasing such dreams, wasting my youth,

Dangling furiously from the edge of truth.

Eidolons make their way to minds that wait,

Forecasting what could be either love or hate.

Grinding words force their way out,

Heeding not to the admonitions of don'ts and doubts.

Intelligent is the mind that bears no words,

Jabberwock thoughts tend to fill the air with absurd.

Kembing around the chaos, searching for you,

Love is (insert your own interpretation here),

Miles and miles are needed to be run through.

Nesting silently in a fortress of solitude,

Overridden by ecstatic and rampant moods.

Placing bets on what appears to be sound,

Quantum of solace cannot be found.

Resonance of your smile brightly dims my mind,

Sands of your tears quickly aware me blind.

Treasures of the deep hold no infinite glory,

Untouched lips of yours, tell a different story.

Veracious thoughts linger here and about,

Wallowing in my world, I am itching to reach out.

Xerotic tears are what i feel in each and every node.

Yellow are the stars,

Zephyrs will carry me to & through your torrent roads.

*Author’s Notes

 eidolons = phantoms

admonitions = warning to correct some fault, cautionary statement

jabberwock = Nonsensical speech or writing.

kembing = to comb

veracious = Honest; truthful. Accurate; precise. (not voracious)

xerotic = dry

node = a joint in a stem/computer node

torrent = a fast or violent stream, esp. of water

love is to the horizon = my stock interpretation