"Phantasmagoria" by Dave Hart
Silently you stare squinting
through stained glass panes.
Now pulling aside
sapphire drapes
of flowing somber samite
Replete with glowing organdy.
Lo, gazing mesmerized,
yon quixotic moon--
blithely blowing kisses,
wryly winks
and coyly smiles.
I blush. Yea, a light seesaw of a day
And now enter the past pains
through
a flowing Rorschach panorama
of fluid specters--
a pentimento painting
of myriad serpentine days
metamorphosing
into mellifluous mellowing nights.
Now mirthful,
this moon merrily
mills reticent
clouds in a star
clustered plight.
The meeting with Morpheus
--wondering of his mood--
cheery and cherry,
one hopes.
III
In the soft security
of my pliant bed--
a weary cheek cradled
in thoughts of this
day's blithely tread--
a voice and vision from the past--
"night night
nighty nite
sleep tight".
(the conclusion of the poem at
http://www.poetrypoem.com/hart)
