The Apocryphal Transition

Late into the night willful sleep evades my company. I sit by my study swimming in varied hues of blue and the bluest, contemplating solitude. The thrill in the air does not pass by unnoticed to the mournful eyes, the sorry hands clasped, entwined in patient waiting. The last of the light begins to flicker, for a prolonged moment, signalling an end while the eyes gaze on.

I sense your familiar being, the rough of those toiling hands against my skin, the breathing – tremulous, contradicting the solemn air. Then in a deep kiss the world vanishes, the night dissolves in the distant background, the cold dissipates into an incredible warm, the blues are impregnated with colors of fierce passion. The fullness invading my being is overwhelming, satiating, quenching. Tempest shakes the very foundations of calmness. This is, this is the endless night, the night without an end. The night our escapade will be held , for eternities to come, in the whispers of lovers in the darkness, in the sinful promises of tomorrow.

Deliverance is an impassioned gift of Satan. A tempestuous kiss of the air on the quiet lips of black waters.

Tonight is the night of passing on; to the other side, which awaits, to hold us into it’s arms, this is the night of transition. The demons of the other side are tempting; twisted in his demands and broken in his promises the Devil has insinuated himself in the womb of the desiring Angel, of desires unfathomable, the darkest and the deepest.

” No thirst of ye shall remain unquenched” sayeth the Devil

The dying candle throws coquettish shadows on the peeling walls, the two shadows move in a perfect rhythm, the music of lust is unbridled, never ending;

The candle dies, I look into your eyes, the dark depths of need in mine are reflected in yours and yours in mine. The prolonged release. The perfect union. The ritual is come to a close and the night will soon close on us.

The blades are drawn, Not in fear, but in an unbreakable vow that we have pledged. The perfect union of the night will remain a memory, the night will hold it’s secrets.

Dawn finds an exhausted piece of wax on a tarnished candlestick. Two beings lay in a naked embrace. The white jasmines have turned crimson. The light has left their eyes but the euphoria remains frozen in their smiles.

At the end of our transition the whiteness blinds everyone, but I can still sense your being against mine. The coldness of the night is no more for the light is bright and unblinking. The other side is where we have come. The transition has come to a final close

The Promise Of The World

The smile that trembles deep behind your tears
Is the promise of the world since the beginning of time

Even if I’m alone now, from our yesterdays
Today is born sparkling

Like the day we first met
You’re not in my memories

You turn into a breeze and touch my cheeks
Even after our parting in the afternoon with the sun beaming through the trees

The promise of the world won’t ever end

Even if I’m alone now, tomorrow is limitless
You taught me about

The kindness that lurks in the night
You’re not in my memories

So live forever in the song of the streams
In the colour of this sky, in the fragrance of flowers
In the Glitter of the stars
In the gleam of the moon
In freedom

For me, be the promise of the world

The Eve of Night’s Reign

I watched the lonely bird disappear in the horizon
The Queen dispatched the warm orange of her day’s Sun to pursue it.
The kingdom of Sky was an endless canvas of yellow,
the occasional orange and red streaking across.

The soft breeze, like satin caressed my skin.

Those were the telltale signs
The time had come.

The dying rays of Sun directed my pursuit
leading me into the canopy of your dwelling
among the trees that stood tall and somber.

I thought I heard the familiar rustle of the leaves
like the forest was waking from it’s enchanted slumber

Had you come for me?

I reached out for you.
Sure enough a branch of oak encircled my waist.
The light is failing fast.
I turn around in your arms
looking through the dimness
into the dark brown of your eyes,
partly concealed under the yards of chestnut.

The musk of pine in your breath entices my senses
the deep wheat of your skin reflects the last of the golden light.

In a tremulous outreach I pick a fly-away leaf from your rippling mass of chestnut.
A hint of a smile playing in the corner of your mouth.

Then in a swish of your cloak
–a kiss on my lips
–a click of of your heels
you’re gone again

Back in the open

The Sun has gone — not into oblivion.
The Queen has retrieved her forces.
Somewhere a monotonous bird calls to it’s mate
The fly-away leaf lays in my open palm, gazing.
The sounds of the forest are returning

I think I hear a thousand hooves
A war horn screams afar — in glorious victory.
The King is here to reign.
Her day is stepping aside.

The kingdom of Sky welcomes the pearly calm of Moon
And the King rides in with his vast, bellowing cloak of midnight blue.