Angel of the dark

-1-


fear


smell of midnight rain


and sound
of her blue saree
in darkness


with cold lightening
the hunter finds the rose
behind the diamond curtain


-2-


white shadows of flickering breathe


the moon slides down
along the crevices
of my glass poem


and smears the ceiling
with her silver screams


abstract voices
encircle in the dark
from layers of slime
and mud


last words of dust
from the frame
of the unfinished painting


-3-


ice-anklets on her fairy feet


piano on her lips


her smile reminds me
of lost local trains


stare long
into the smoke
and symphony
of her eyes


travel down the lunar tunnel
of peace and time


and pause to hear
the music of the cold river
that winds and unwinds


to reveal sketches
of half forgotten beauty


-4-


predators in the night air,


the soft storm in her eyes
has the song
of silent blue cannon balls


prepare for the war of kisses


as her fingers,
silky like soft mercury,
slide inside my wet skin


and scan the nameless silence
of the night
for secrets


secrets hidden behind
the vortex
of the old brown mirror


-5-


moonlight and magic
on the white river water


I watch her sink,
painlessly,
into the deep hollow of the night


dark lines melt by the second


step by step
and
sound by sound


like a portrait of vanishing beauty


traces of fairy feet on snow


the blue prisoners
who sing to the moon
and speak a strange language,
once again,
call her an illusion


-6-


squint hard
into the periscope of time


hallucinate
with visual sounds
in your dreams


remember the martyrs
of another age


in silence,
the rainbow changes colour


figurines of smoke


the scent of mirages


speechless butterflies
retrieve the words from flames