Dreamscape Black Diamonds

The pantheons demand the poets limn vision
‘Motionless inside dreaming still shores,
I sleep lucid, prismic eternally awake.
In the absence of beta waves, alpha
echoes unfold stretching into theta dives’.

Galactic chrysanthemums implode tearing
liquid waves into writhing silver storms.
A thousand moons of mercury evaporate, reappear
and explode into black diamonds spray-painting
cyclopean skies.

A supernatural alchemy beseeches, whispering inside
my bloods dying, resurrected breathing magic
that sips from rich bloody rivers; rushing through
distant canons of twisting blood vessels;
whereupon a billion red cells form aromatic pools
igniting into an endless sea of bellowing fires.

‘Orphic, I am enchanted tasting a sorcerous nature,
angels conjuring eyes burn mortal tinted memory shores,
bestowing ashes of what was, what is the ‘I’ exhumed,
raptly in deaths breath to unseen wisdom’.

Dust devils transform into ether crystal blown screens
bending, jostling, wrapping around nameless fluid planets,
luring my eye forth into dimensions lost, pulsing
only in sirens earendel song.

In black diamond stars, ‘spirits dream in frenetic pulses,
the cosmic lotus-eaters waiting in sky pearls
purveyors of ethereal dreaming, poets weaving
eternity before mortal life.


© ASPAR (A Sol Poet Arnay Rumens)