Déjà Vu

The empty belvedere flickers, midst mists and moonlight,
Silhouettes slither to laughing medleys, merging with the night,
The departing voices leave me alone, as I await déjà vu,
O' godly geist, of mountains high, so I come to you.

May inhibitions unfurl into warm embraces, like bonfires that speck thy eyes,
And snowflakes shall dorn the grey once again, raining from the skies,
Let thy ambrosia run down all gorges, flood the dreamless countryside,
And I shall find the smile that I lost, the smile of a carefree child.

A solitary glimpse, to undo perversions, complete my lonely reminiscence,
So sing the rhapsody the horizon mused, that night, the divine resonance!
Whence dreamy flights, of paper doves were traced, frontiers palled out of sight,
So make the heavens blush, in the crimson that was lost, in the dwindling twilight.

The departed voices summon me now, and all I ask is déjà vu,
O' godly geist, of mountains high, so I've come to you,
Yet if it must end in incoherence, I leave my words behind,
Secure them midst evergreen whispers, for bleeding hearts to find...