solivagant ~

 
ever…solivagant…  
 
i dwell in the depths of my dream realm.  
 
perhaps, in my past paths, too many were  
given a key —  
to unlock secrets of my heart, mind, my soul.  
slowly, my steps are longer…  
faster than before…  
 
above is below,  
below is above.  
 
away,  
away.  
 
can you hear the echoes of my footprints --  
imprinted upon the decaying lavender-moss;  
getting louder?  
 
can you feel my ravaged heart-beat,  
becoming stronger?  
the ruby-blood rushing through my pale,  
indigo-verdant veins…  
 
above is below,  
below is above.  
 
i  locked all you in a prison.  
 
you screaming Scyllas, are finally muted --  
left only to play by yourselves…  
your ego-maniacal games—  
cursing, biting, tearing off mouthfuls  
[of] seaweed-petwer’d scaled flesh…  
 
(now, you just fail to win at any games,  
               sore losers.)  
 
— through barbwire of briers and hellfire…  
 
above is below,  
below, is above...  
 
in distant valleys, is where i finally  
find my ghostly muse;  
lovingly bathed in his star-shine ~  
sings his symphonic chorus…  
i only listen to...  
 
is where I belong…  
 
(every time, welcomed back home)…  
 
~ shall never turn away,  
evermore, i’ll stay ~  
with my one, true phantasmagorical love  
 
— so,  
my shadow, shan’t be wandering--  
(while constantly wondering);  
down,  
down,  
down…  
your road…  
no more…  
 
unseen ~  
unable to be followed.  
 
above is below,                
   below is  above.