Random Moments in Time

He sits, as if transfixed, behind a gloom laden desk
Around a flickering candle the Painted Lady pirouettes
But his wandering thoughts transcend to horizons wider
Where in sun-drenched motes climbs a Ruby Tiger

What shouldn't be, might be, for dimensions ebb and flow
As time can shift and be cast adrift from the status quo
Akin to a transient moonlit rainbow of a spectrum's breadth
It's the haunting invisible presence of the stranger's breath

He's lost in the thoughts of random moments in time
Where Magical Unicorn Oracles and Angels align
He looks to the past and every fact of the future
But the night mares are charging, a new chimera the suitor

Cold hands hold on to reality, waiting for the shaking to stop
As the glistening sands of the hourglass pour from bottom to top
Wide awake, yet asleep, the current is dragging him back
For time is the tide that is rising and will never retract

He sits, as if transfixed, behind a doom laden desk
The Painted Lady approaches in dancing pirouettes
He grabs and he catches and he feels the crush
In sun-drenched motes a Ruby Tiger is drifting as dust

He's lost in the dreams of random moments in time
An alien in a rancorous realm where the Unicorns repine
The agony is as searing as bile, he's starting to retch
There's a hand above a candle and the crisping of flesh

The guttering flame, that caresses, dwindles and dies
There's only pain without dreams, so with interim time he abides
But there's no warmth in the dark and he's beginning to wonder
For abroad in the void the night mares are charging like thunder

There's a sandstorm in the glass as a conjuration begins
Above the roar of the stampede there's a whispering of wings
And he's awash in the flow as every nightmare's recycled
The drowning in flames and the blessed unbridled

He's lost in the dimensions of random moments in time
Where the candle's a moon, but afar and malign
But he reaches for its comfort, with a hand made of wax
For he senses the breath of a presence; the stranger's perhaps?