Friday, September 29, 2006
I see you, riding upon a stallion of grey and gold, trailing long spiraling pennants through the air. You climb atop plateaus and pause against the blue of the sky, like a great statuette slashing a canvas of brilliant milky sapphire. In the up tide of air, your hair shimmers in the breeze and glows like fine bronze strands. The garish sun worships you as you fall gracefully from your mount, standing upon the lush emerald of dew-laden grass. I envy you and your beauty, your freedom - who are you, this mysterious Narcissus who so invades my dreams?
The wind runs across my face, like gentle fingers, and the scent of vanilla and wildflowers and you erodes my senses. Even in the gulf between reality and dreams, you are so vivid, so lustrous, so intense. The endless depths of your eyes penetrate into me, swirling like stars in black obsidian, glinting and bearing into me like thousand darts of fire. Why do you gaze at me so? Clad in a swirling cloak of ebony and heavy boots which unearth the dust with every step you take; the thin, classic sword resting against your hip. You're a spectre, a phantom, a dream.
Through your lips soundless words issue out like empty promises, like porcelain cups falling to the ground, shattering into pieces. One day I will know what you are saying to me, one day I will be able to answer.
Like the dream I so make you out to be, you are fading away, eaten by dark at the edges, as you cry out in desperate gestures, as you reach out to me like I am stumbling away from you. But we are separated, we are two entities - lost between time and dimension and space.
You disappear, your lovely bronze hair and aquiline nose; your beautiful smile and grey-gold stallion. They become nothing but faint images, fading snapshots on moldy sepia. The garish sun becomes no more than a sparkle, and your intensity fades in my consciousness. I can't say I love you, I can't I say I hate you; I do not know you, but you seem to know me, as the tears leak from eyes that are like the night sky - they remain forever in my memory, even if all else has fallen away.
You are not wrong, those who deem, that this is but a dream within a dream.
Threw the stars ;10:43:00 AM
