In the darkness I find my mind
as understanding is left behind
there was no tunnel for my sight
but suddenly I saw the light
in the ashes of a spent fire
that used to warm my desire.
And a King was born of thought
that floated by and then caught
a crazy pathway dragging it down
haunted through ages by a crown
resting on a plinth well designed
in the darkness of my mind.
And the sharp knives of indecision
cut across the forest of my vision
of a face rising naked from a lake
so my eyes can make no mistake
the ashes and crown must conquer
as my stray thought lingers on her.
And a Queen is born of a voice
my right to character a choice
as she reflects from a deep pool
to behold a once forgotten Fool
whose tree ashes fight to ignite
in the tepid glow of Moon light.
And my ship is slowly drowning
there can be no stately crowning
of a King-Fool in my splendour
I beseech the dark to send her
my deepest regrets and regards
as my mind cascades in shards.
And my being shouts out loud
capering at this long dead shroud
covering me in all of time's mist
tears that once may have kissed
the rose lips of a long dead Queen
are spent like Moon light unseen.
And the romance flowers die
tracing kohl to the moist eye
of the mood watcher in the sky
whose shooting stars meekly cry
like wasps with a hot sting
killing the mad mind of a King
with torrid dreams less sweet
with torrid dreams less sweet.