Image for the poem Tourmaline



Kindle me your affection  
In the sound of the vaporising sunset  
A blue ribbon sails the skies  
It dances  

Like a spirit in the night  
A solitary opus  
For freedom  
Life is a hologram  
Draped in blood red clouds  
The ornament of love  
Kindle me your soul  
Swords, the alchemy of steel  
Of silver and of gold  
Sliver hearsed moon  
The burning wheel  
Behold, a riddle  
An eye of an eye  
This truth foretold  
From full blood bitten lips  
Comes the promise of a word  
Boneless thought of dark formation  
The house of hounds is rising  
 Kaleidoscopes of twilight  
Moon is buried in the shrouds  
Of leafless trees,I speak in circles  
A tourmaline , a tourmaline  
Beyond it I see,  
Through the dark  
I am a minstrel of Sky  
From water, from whale  
Within the words  
I sail the veil of dreams  
A troubadour of death  
Sighs a lullaby ,of leafless trees  
In circles, and in tourmaline  
I am a mourning bird  
From broken fingertips  
The promise of a word  
Spoken from blood bitten lips
Author's Note
art by Fransisco Goya, Witches Sabath
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