Poems

Paradise Lost

To see the world in a grain of sand,

and catch the glimmer of the milky way in a cats eye,

Streaked with Stardust,

Glowing in the midnight of a dying star,

As black as black,

and as bottomless as the ocean depths,

A fissure into the earth,

A whirlpool,

Filled with gold,

Mixed with blood,

An offering to the gods,

Sizzling with the fat of a thousand sacrifices,

Placed at the virgin shrines,

Frequented by the hoof beats of satyrs and the rustle of harpies' wings,

The moonlight creeping through your window like an overgrown vine,

The silvery ivy spilling over the carpet,

Rippling across your fingertips like dunes in a dessert,

A lonely Wind that whispers in your dreams like a lover,

So that each morning you wash the sand from your eyes,

Glowing like rubies,

Fierce with Niobe's pride,

Stubborn, and mournful,

To tussle with fate amongst the angels,

To deny heaven and Hell,

To build a kingdom in your mind,

Filled with relics from a forgotten empire,

Pottery,

The fragments of a forgotten symbol,

A lost memory,

Teetering on the tip of your imagination,

Slipping through the still waters of your remembrance,

Cast in the blue-green solitude of your soul,

Cleanse by the white-hot streak of lightening,

Shaken from your knowledge by the roar of thunder,

and cast amongst the ceaseless rubble

at your feet,

along with the rest of the meaningless and thought provoking nonsense that surges through your veins,

Cascading against the walls of your consciousness,

As distant and muddled as an echo.

You throw out your nets in an attempt to catch the words that wriggle beneath the surface of your understanding and yet the smallest gems and sweetest pearls seem always to slip through the holes,

Your pages famished by scarcity,

Pray once more to the muses,

Cast your inky locks into the fire,

Watch as the pieces of you disintegrate in the conflagration,

Blowing away, Ash on the wind,

Returning to the seat of inception,

The source of immortality.