Phantasmagoria
"Phantasmagoria" by Dave Hart
I
You gaze silently
and stare squinting
through your stained glass panes.
Now pulling aside
sapphire drapes
of flowing somber samite
Replete with glowing organdy
You gaze out.
Lo, a lazy mesmerized
quixotic moon--
blithely blows kisses,
wryly winks
and coyly smiles.
Yea, a light seesaw of a day
of ecstasy and spritely delight--
now wanes to a quiet evening tune.
II
Transfixed you
muse --attent through moist
window panes.
And now enter the past pains
through
a flowing Rorschach panorama
of fluid specters--
a pentimento painting
of myriad serpentine days
metamorphosing
into mellifluous mellowing nights.
Now mirthful,
this moon merrily
mills reticent
clouds in a star
clustered plight.
The meeting with Morpheus...
--wondering of his mood--
cheery and cherry,
one hopes.
III
In the soft security
of your pliant bed--
a weary cheek cradled
in thoughts of this
day now blithely tread--
a voice and vision from the past--
"night night
nighty nite
sleep tight".
IV
I
You gaze silently
and stare squinting
through your stained glass panes.
Now pulling aside
sapphire drapes
of flowing somber samite
Replete with glowing organdy
You gaze out.
Lo, a lazy mesmerized
quixotic moon--
blithely blows kisses,
wryly winks
and coyly smiles.
Yea, a light seesaw of a day
of ecstasy and spritely delight--
now wanes to a quiet evening tune.
II
Transfixed you
muse --attent through moist
window panes.
And now enter the past pains
through
a flowing Rorschach panorama
of fluid specters--
a pentimento painting
of myriad serpentine days
metamorphosing
into mellifluous mellowing nights.
Now mirthful,
this moon merrily
mills reticent
clouds in a star
clustered plight.
The meeting with Morpheus...
--wondering of his mood--
cheery and cherry,
one hopes.
III
In the soft security
of your pliant bed--
a weary cheek cradled
in thoughts of this
day now blithely tread--
a voice and vision from the past--
"night night
nighty nite
sleep tight".
IV