elo69 Poetry (189)

Leviathan's sleep
with single lidded eye to keep
smoke from the tallow's flame
as the moon bowed down to acclaim
a Goddess dancing
beneath the mask of Summers name

in a kingdom made of leaves
where shadows the wind perceives
beneath sky in reflected water
play songs of the muse's daughter
by lips made from stone
over which tongues of the river flown
with soft and gentle moan
from court of beauty's throne
as the sand washes free from are minds

all for the light in her eyes
like clouds on mountains prize
reaching hands through blue of sky's
tell sun of summer sets
half the sky into scarlet perfection
beneath the waters dreams

for though the moon of morning wains
every bird to freedom sings
with half a basket of golden wheat

arrows through the moon she wept
secrets in garden never kept
tell by twist of winds adept
seeds of thought had swept
and colors beneath the earth had slept
like the gods of Pandora's dreams
in painted flowers

whisper for her breath the moon will weep rivers of light on cloud
wandering tears from her face shining clear and proud
she gathers Autumn leaves weaving dress of seasons shroud
painting on my soul once more,the bright clear stars of winter

soul in the water she sleeps
moving dreams which yesterday keeps
over stone for lips to speak
for though the water moves on
the river has not departed
but been brushed into the curves of her face
a topography of shadow
made from the still of mind.

maple dreams in painted reams,songs of autumns heart
gold from green to red she sculpts the finest art
blending every shade by craft of times fine hand
a gradient to whispers spreading like fire on the land
tell sky becomes pale with the blue of her eyes
from which the water fly's and unto the earth supplies
all the riches which love can bring

sorrows grail will swing
under flowers which mornings bring
with sent of jasmine Spring
which sets the birds to sing

while Atlas in dark shadow strives
to hold this sphere aloft

souls and warm clay in a gallery of the painted moon
sliver of the wheel will turn shaping edges from my mind
as water spreads across her face into rivulets of pigment
like all the rivers of the earth as they wander to the sea
for freedom is more than a dream
but love is only a flower in her hair

where between moon and sun the sky will dream a river
threading soul by stitch of breath in eye of needles sliver
light before morning born casting reflection in her hair
of such has my life been worn and unto these hands deliver

they where only tears without the wind
falling in a pool of dreams and thoughts in woven knots

she was ivory in moonlight
the gossamer on which shades unite
cresting waves of pearl skin
smoothing beaches of infinity within
my canvas soul
for a drop of water in her hair
left me drowning beneath the sea

o sirens call
she was starlight before dawn
singing to flowers in a mountain song
pressed and washed into rolls of ream
she was everything I could dream
weaving mesh from the grain of every thread
like little waving hands
reaching out for the color

there was sorrow mixed with hope
breaking water on a stone
by the stars in her reflection
making echos without a name
beyond this falling sun
a door which the lonely call for home
where you can watch her as she sleeps
but are tears will never wake her
nor all the oceans of this earth
or the salt in which I drowned

so much fear been made from love
breaking stone upon the water
they where only pictures of a rose
painting scarlet sky
the clouds to which we dream
only a memory tomorrow
making echoes without a name
and though these tears they will not wake her
I have nothing else to give