"Phantasmagoria" by David Hart"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)