The Dragon of the night stirs and uncoils
in soft
timeless silence
It awakens and taints the horizon
in deep colours of sorrow
Begins slowly
to fly across the sky
on a tender
silent
darkening breeze.
*
Strands of sinuous smoke
rise from my cigarette
is taunted by the air
and torn apart
I watch all this
through my sad and hurt
deep blue eyes
My soul is crying
mortally wounded
In the comfort of
the Dragon of the night
*
The Dragon of the night
hides me in shadows
careless of my pain
The cold stars
twinkle in its eyes
on its scales
The silence is soft and hurtful
I’m dying
in the roots of my mind
In my soft mortal flesh
in the presence of the gentle
and distant
faint White Queen of Midnight.
*
I wail and cry tears of liquified soul
Deep fear, anguish and sorrow
I hurt
therefore I am
therefore I die.
*
I remember long ago
in ages lost forever
Forever is so long ago
forever is now
when I embraced
the Dragon of the night
and loved the Whan Queen
of the dark hours and they loved me.
*
They showed me
life and day
The Whan Queen graced me
yes she gave me grace and power
The Dragon of the night
loved me and cared.
He whispered to me words and emotions
in quiet solitude
in my empty mind
He helped me ride the storms.
*
I stand in the doorway
as a storm erupts
I stand as a crucified
as a damned
My hands on the frame
my head and hair hung down
The rain whips my back
and life humiliates…
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