While moonlight held the sky,
an old beast slumbered fitfully,
beset by fever dreams
of swiftly flickering lights.
At night desire came,
the fierce fiend of a distempered memory,
an ember flickering amidst the ashes
of the past
I beheld a flickering light in the night sky
falling to the horizon,
and beneath the starburst gleam,
I pursued the fading radiance
of that far-flung dream
Through night and day
storm, calm and mist,
frantic with an ineffable anguish,
a blind-driven flight spurred on
by the whips of nameless masters -
the passions that drive the heart.
Beneath the cold glare
of the desolate night,
through mountain paths and trackless swamps
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stirring with careless steps
the swarm of fireflies at rest,
and they surge skyward
a cloud of earth-born stars,
flickering in their panic.
Day after a day,
a dream born from feverish need
in the hours wasted on idle fancies,
bearing within my heart
a warm silence,
brooding on a decaying flame,
and with time came the autumn
of the strange suffering
of the fire and the yearning
while the temperate winds
sang dirges in the twilit air.
My hand reached out to grasp
the sunset,
to seize it
and freeze this moment in time.
But here, heaven remained
bloodstained red,
the murky shades immersed
in an image, silent, cold and deathless,
as a spark ignited within the soul,
whispers rising like vapours from the muck and mire
of ordinary life
that ministered now the fading light.
There is a dream there, somewhere
a flicker of amber
deep within.
Life, and the radiance that consumed it
emanated a remembered heat,
the memory of an inferno
burning secretly
in the recesses of the soul.
But from the ashes, new hope
springs from hopelessness
and the cage of despair is shattered
at the sound of a songbird's
morning serenade.
From that fitful dream I woke
and the ashes in my soul began to burn,
an ember,
quickly taking flame
once more.