The Cloud Merchant

The Cloud Merchant

A Poem by Zorrin86

'Enfant des noirs minuits'

In silent expectation 
On a night's isolation insupportable, 
I wait and watch the coming storm, 
Poised in exasperation, 
Like a lost soul throwing themselves from a cathedral;
Into any hapless uncertainty
I cast my lot uncaringly, 
A half-soul turned soldier, off to a new war
To die willingly.

'There is no life without you. 
You are my world,' 
Someone breathed into the abyss
Of this wretched war, 
The sound lost in the clatter of emotion and confusion, 
Reverberating against the ashen walls with a hiss.

I am the only one that hears it, 
I that said these words once,
Musing on it not unlike a Carnival master
Screaming and beckoning his clowns to dance faster, 
I that would sooner summon demons 
And the unholy Queen of them!
Like Faust preferring his wayward folly
Than suffering another day in idle drudgery, 
I that am mad, a cursory sketch of the accursed. 

In a sea of acridly opportunistic
Actors and clones, 
I only feel at home in a storm
Where the waves and winds batter the stones, 
Like a banished aristocrat 
Building palaces out of cloudy skies
And misty horizons, 
An ostracized merchant of phantoms, 
Belonging nowhere and wishing to be nowhere else
Than among the ether and madcap dreamthings

© 2018 Zorrin86

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Added on June 10, 2018
Last Updated on July 28, 2018
Tags: poetry, clouds, dreamthings



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A Poem by Zorrin86