in the last century of her life

she returned
in a ship of wisdom and beauty

her entourage of demon hunters
guarded a swarm of hieroglyphics

from a future she had seen

she brought droning strings
of dreams

bridging the time
of her absence
between the first and the final
civilization

i saw her mute smile
radiating the light
of hidden moons

she had passed

her words in a subsonic stream
of childhood memories and

evaporating residue
of the mindwalker era

when pride and rivalry
had made all of man

awestruck minions
of time and space

i felt her ephemeral
veil of tenderness

reverberating our first
encounter in one of those
labyrinthine dimensions
of her starfaring journeys

where she had left me
wandering the ever expanding
orbit of a lonely star

while she was becoming
the supreme shape shifter

descending down
to the surface of our birth
planet and crossing
the eternal echoes
of our minds

[J]

catching dream particles made of fireflies
I gazed at your fluorescent lips and fell
off the white-wooden snag and floated
before your eyes aglow with dark desire

your frivolous smile shattered my sorrows
curdled my blood when with bated breath
I felt the oneiric eclipse of my thoughts
draw to an end in your artful benevolence

the paths in your dreams a realm of marvels
unbearable lightness and shadows of awe
too far away too close for eternal frenzy
as dream dust dissolves in day's gravity

one thousand and one dreams ago
you pierced the cityscape below
with a single word unspeakable

truth

we scattered white ash and black snow
up the spires shrouded in clouds
above the skies and higher and higher
aloof and removed from our sight

the camouflage of flawless reflections
cracked
the fortress sheltering certainties

and mile wide shadows billowed
through my memories and returned

in one thousand dreams after we woke
to the colours you called our own
shades of wisdom within
the last circle of dream catchers

where the light broke and shattered
into rainbows we could embrace
dancing under the storm ahead
and the rain of disbanded verities

the thunder of eternity ceased
to echo soul caravans in memoriam
being here and now you and i
daubed the canvas of centuries

with imagined auras of past lives
left by bereaved ones as mortal
years and decades weakened
reverberations of sorrow and grief

we were walking and pausing
and seeing ephemeral shadows
of tears as crystallized dew
on statues carved by weathered time

and memories resolve into heartstrings
surreal traces of hereafter’s glow
a no man’s land of ashes and dust
beneath the light of serenity

there is always solitude
in the centre of the road
crossing over shades and
tones and
magnitudes of light

sometimes there is solitude
in the stream of thoughts
crossing over dreams and
age and
magnitudes of gloom

there is never solitude
on the ways i walk alone
crossing over fear and
loss and
magnitudes of hope