The Muse : Crimson Day (for K.)

The morning
on a crimson day
the grass blades-
wicked spears
of Mars to slay
the grey ghost world-
“reality”-
set upon the backdrop
of a colorful dream
while sunlight bleeds through skin
like fountain ink
through cotton paper.
Day light claims the brain,
 of the crimson day.
 
          The fading swoon
 of a fairy green
and a sweet cube
for the short rush
more certain
than the eternal high.
For the echoes of Pan’s wild laughter-
forever nigh-
from the fringe
of a primal forest
brush aside the sleepy dew
and for renewed vitality
in a sugar lake.
A mix of color
stolen from a dream
paints the stone grey world,
and a sunbeam, golden and
radiant like her eyes
fills the air with sweetness
while space unfolds around me
and I am pierced,
body and soul.
– by Paul David Thomas

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