My Song of Glass
Sleep darkly in your mellow haze my love,
Let dreams arise and soothe away the pain
For morning lurks, the daylight demon
Riding roughshod over sorrow's hurts
To drive away the balm that slumber brings
And in its place instal a radiant shrine
Where I, your humble worshipper, may kneel
And, with due credence, place my secret sign
Upon the tomb of one who loved not once
But thrice and forever
Melt silence with the air that you breathe out
Let vapour be a cataplasm, a balm
An essence that transports the Port of Rome
Into the nostrils of your supplicants
Where, inspired, it inspiration brings
Across each eager threshold, each domain
Where I, your humble worshipper, may dwell
And, with each breath, renew my fealty
My loyalty, allegiance, trust and vows,
With heart revitalised
And ... if you waken ... let it not be vain
Let thoughts of your admirer fill your mind
And ... if he chooses ... let him wander by
With time to wring from life the residue
Of that which used to drench and drip
Unbidden through his veins with pangs of fire
Alike to those that worried still th'ethiope of yore
And let your waking eye rejoice again
In celebration's vital dance of life
Victorious resurrection
Contributors: | MRQ, TG, Apsley, Beefy, P, Roland, Grayman. |
Poem finished: | 19th October 2000. |