Tears in the Moonlight Reflection

 

 

The full moon of autumn arrives like a lullaby in the night
with the hushed words of nocturnal trees dancing on the window pane,
then a knock…
in my sleepless state the air fell upon my ears
and carried the confessions of a ghost
that lured me closer, into her soulless eyes
staring through me
from the phantom form in white…

  Beautiful she was, yet a horrid specter
  ripping my soul from conscious fibers
  a mournful nightmare, and upon her flickered
  mirrored reflections of my desires.

Empty echoes of black hair passed on skeletal strings
into the remorseful horizon of dried graves
and raven calls…
She passed a decayed bouquet of wilted lilies
through the glass
and they pierced my heart…

time stood still,
then I bid her to become my corpse bride…

Haunted dreams continue
her unhealed wounds of passion stir within me
and move me through each day
the sad lilies droop in their vase
like pitiful emotions
corrupted by sensual lies…

Her lace disengages the purity of hope
and I am lost in a deep innocence
of illusions
each newly discovered thread
becomes a chain binding me in a twisted carnal vision
that is just beyond my fingertips
and whispers my name
among her scattered pieces of simple words:

  always fragile in the night…
  unlock my heart by morning's light

  unlocked my heart …unlocked my heart
  spend forever in ecstasy 
  no more betrayals …darkness …pain

  no more emptiness in winds and rains.

She raised a quill dipped in scarlet ink
and writes the lyrics of our future
in a staccato melody
flowing like a river from the darkest hours
of a lost romance,
when the slimmest glimmer of hope
still lives in the shadow of a fragmented heart
gliding on the struggling wings of painful memories…

So we exist, side by side
she, touching my world with her arias of heartache
and fingers of intrigue finding solace under my cotton shirt…
from her silky world of nothingness
she dances with me, through the carnival of hopes in my world,
tempering my heart
with her haunting musical verismo of yesterday…

In moments of solitude we are together
buried beneath her stone-cold slabs of frightening fairytales,
a morbid tomb that plucks the wings of love
from moments that steal the last drops of ambrosia
before they reach our lips and lift the fog of misery
so encrypted within her imprisoned soul…


She dwells beyond the forbidden gates
where a daydream fades upon an unwritten diary
of her enchanted verse
a spell that breaks her quill by day
and mends it with the first bled stroke of a lonely night…

Her words, once written, are received with my cold kiss,
as alone with emotion I lay
searching for desire, invisible in the unadorned warmth
that plays at my every turn
in the living world…

  She is here to remind me
  of thorned courtyard filled with the scream of hell’s serenade
  from those who sip a poisoned romance
  at the outdoor tables of a lunatic cafe.

She has unchained my soul,
yet I am fettered in her sorrow;
She has freed my spirit, and enabled me to see,
through dim recesses of chanced unhappiness;
When move cautiously forward
she says, "No, embrace your freedom,
fly from this darkness
and let your heart tango in the passion of satin sheets
with the one you choose
and the one who would choose you…"

So I step through her window
which shatters into a thousand pieces
and I cross over the shards of her tattered soul; 
they ring in forgotten echoes of my nightmare’s muse
and have left their trail of tears buried in the reflected moonlight.