Travels in the Night

Posted: December 13, 2013 in Poetry
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Into the thrill of clattering hooves,

black steel on the stony street,

red sparks flitting like fairies in the night;

into the night

vivid as the jungle with its wriggling shadows,

and amber eyes, the lights

small and white through canopy of shadow;

into the forest

with its ground of beige dust,

and pines and spruces

regaling times of fire

and rising like turrets with jewel-needles;

into a new sky

more infinite than a road

and flatter than mirror

where clouds drift above like friends

watching a companion dive into an ocean.

Cruel Dawn

curls her mischievous hair-

glowing flames of flamingo pink

and citrus orange,

into the window

to settle on eyes like buzzing insects,

irritating one’s eyes out of landscapes

of the mind,

and into the dimly lit room

as real as paint,

where one sighs

as hooves, night, jungle, forest, sky

fleetly leave one’s eyes.

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