A flash over the Underground

I’m remembering

a voyage in my mind

Sirens’ fingers stroking a string

recalling a melody

Hand swift on the keys

of my heartbeat

the voice of the elder, evoking a gleam

a subtle wind, under my skin

a concoction of feelings

a keen scent of pine, hovers in the breeze

marine stream

a sea of peace.

A Sage, floating.

A nymph, she is murmuring

a light so sweet

I’d weep, I’d seek

I find joy in this melody

Hyperion, she’d sing

she’d kiss me, touching lips

warm and soft, honey

mellow, passion, arousing

her tongue on my neck, she’d lick

she’d feel me inside

her perfume suggesting

sex on a bed of sky

her eyes, a beam

horizons, green

I’m lost within



a pleasing string, raising notes

a glimmer of fire, midnight mantle

I stare at this, revealing, a fulfillment once concealed

A velvet dawn, a glance beyond



A spray of northern lights, so vivid, so alive

ajar your eyes, now close them splendid doors:

a breath over a fjord.



A change of season:

a whisper of spring.

Awe.

Gold.

A symphony.

A Dream.