Daniel of Lucid Dreams ... A Poem to Music
'Watermark Voyage' - Enya
You call me to the path
Bathed in the light of tides.
Oh...how this heals the sharded heart
Through a thousand tiny prisms.
Here, we are one
Of glittering liquefaction
That mirrors and responds
In caressing folds of silver white
And lapis blue --
Wet and smooth.
Here, in null of sun
And void of night
We ride the light of perfect sighs.
We speak not a word
And see the poet silent.
We think not of your death
For it is unknown here…
I hear the dissonance…
Does your promise bring you here?
Is dawn waiting to hide this in reproach?
Relentless, silent tendrils
Folding the path of water inward,
Seizing me from your embrace.
You follow me before I drift beyond,
Impaled in a wall of cloud shadowed blue,
I shock awake, unyielding.
Quietly, I find my box of secrets and open soft;
Your smile greets me in rugged grace
Imprisoned in silver frame;
As in life, your blue eyes draw me close
And my heart tumbles into them,
These small windows and mirrors I cup in my hands
that slips away...
And dawn steals the promise.
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