A billiard table imprints its damp shadow
on a yellow wooden floor. The game still
unbegun, mere fragment of the sorrow
felt by the patrons whose wilted heads will
still be here tomorrow, if tomorrow comes.
Red walls distended by burning lamps
and burned out hearts beating blood through ear drums:
Reverie to the night god /   Dreaming tramps
drowning in their heads in lakes of absinthe
color of the ceiling better than being
awake but indefinitely absent.
The lamps blink, eyes floating, speak all-seeing:
Vincent, let us meet before you entreat
the crows out of your head into the wheat.

“this is the end”
she carefully whispered onto the wind
and hoped he would hear it soon


and would say nothing in response.

When the elusive heart withers
With unbegun breaths
And unblemished whispers,
And dances like rain
I forget myself
And wither along too!
For a while...

For a while;
All blemishes vanish,
All tears smiles,
All unexplained secrets unveils!
And sings,
All languishes ebb,
And stands still.
Only tranquility emanates...

For a while the thundering blazes
Doesn't smite or confer,
Doesn't matter!
All manifestation
Comes into believing.
The two opposing forces
Comes into harmony
Sings and dances
For a while...

Benign grace showers
From the sky's abundance,
Leaving my thirsty soul replenished;
Like miracles yonder!
And I see only greatness!
For a while...

When the soul spreads it's wings;
And flies unto the unknown
And embodies itself
With the perfect present
I can't help but wither too!
For a while...

If only those
"for a while moments"
Could last forever!
I would die into it and drown
Into that abyss of bliss,
And simply and subtlety just be;
Even if it was only for a while!