Svelte

 

Slivers in slender envy slipped into the mental cracks,

fillers of fantasy that resonate in the emptiness,

visions aglow in glitter of perfection

where face and form forge as a deity

into divine glade of cerebral plateau,

flawless and ideal

no wind blows to disturb the view

as one becomes that matchless harmony,

all the pristine sighs beguile in their vitality.

 

For a while the fullness of distortions

fades into that svelte bliss,

every thought of ascending the height in peace

flows as a sanguine streams of serenity.

 

It all the heartbeat of longing in the darkness

a shadowy reach to bring light

unto the closet where life is trapped.

 

In a sigh the Quixotic song replays

of the hero who conquers and crusades

duels the dragons and is victories

without a scar or pain.

 

Tomorrow waits to slice at the reverie

add back the bulk of what

the gaze at a paradisiacal realm

had trimmed from reality.

 

From the dark abyss of night’s talons

wandered in doubt’s agony,

inside whispers the dreamer’s breath,

arise from this madness and live!

 

As the gleaming citadel of fancy

losers its radiance,

slowly one returns to the rumble of existence

ready to try and make sand castles

out of the ruins.