‘Bring me the horizon!’
she cried, eyes raging
with a terrible joy.

Bring me the light
of a thousand searing suns
and explode the bliss into my soul!

Let me writhe in the ribald heat
and simmer my flesh
in love complete
for now is all and all is now.

Fell the birds from crimson skies,
facsimile their lullabies.
bring me songs from Heaven’s stage
to shimmer in my gilded cage.

Floss my feet in clouds so sweet
as sugar spun across the sky.
free my dreams from out their seams
and fall into the blinding light.

Surge with me to silver stars;
to glinting worlds that
twist and twirl
and sparkle from afar.

And join me in Elysium;
the Eden of Nirvana
where Love strokes Beauty
and the air purrs with pleasure.

Stay with me forever
and pulse with joy unfound.
but never dip below the clouds,
for monsters wait
upon the ground.



======later======



‘It’s all a lie,’
she murmured,
guarding her cup of winter tea.
‘I’m sinking, and the mist is drinking
everything that’s good in me.’

The colours start to leak,
the world bears its teeth, as
shadows crowd round and
join their hands.

This opioid mist of requiem
hides demons loosed from out their den
I sit and slowly swirl
drowning in the silken shadows
of muttering dark worlds.

It drags me down in furtive heaves
to somewhere I don’t want to see,
but somewhere I know I believe;
with meshing, hungry razor teeth.

It’s a solitude of sorts,
pervading though it seems,
filled with plotting cohorts
laughing deep in silken streams

that leak into a Sea of Grey
housing horror on its tides,
in-bound now, with rotted sails,
cover me and let me hide

from needle-sharp torment
and callow moments put to flame.
I sit here counting down the hours
until I’m born again.

So eviscerate my fragile faith
and leave it for the saints who stay,
awakened to the mystery
of all the mouths could ever say.