Darkness, darkness my room,
darkens me, becomes my Gethsemane garden;
here no one within
except mad shadows
pearly gray,
a strange fire in
candle dream weaver's
mystic rays,
of Harlequin,
its unwoven tapestry
reveals tortured conclusions,
whose heart beats in manic density,
"Dream of the Red Chamber"
bedside reader...no tranquility,
a photograph of her,
Snapdragons begin
with flickering ones
to speak, say:
"Only through Love one feels
pain of time, and makes Time completely
still, end."
"The two shall be one,
and the outside
as the inside,
and the male wih the female
neither male nor female."
-Clement of Rome, SECOND EPISTLE
TO THE CORINTHIANS
Fog rolling in outside
greyness about floating inside,
insect head with the cat and the snake,
Jungle sirens
with a special ring
music from the plains of Africa
with figurines doing a sexual minuet,
My heart soars, reaches, fires melting
the cold,
photograph within snowy wetness
sunshine redish flair of my Love,
See patch of light
surrender
drinking life's fullest cup in the darkness
halo of electricity,
The picture becomes the room's frame...
There's a crimson wave washing over,
a developing meditation and there she is
form coming to life
dream outside the real
skin that feels so
all around the air
and "song of joy" becomes the feel,
with love the dark room
gives to the positive of our union,
the last caress not our crest,
stepping inside into
or coming out onto me.
My room
dark with white candle light
I lay upon bed alone
jackalope skull's prism eyes
stare flickering jewels
throughout and on the walls
hangman's noose reflected there.
And, the photograph is...
My boon
apart from any dream delight
landscape of desert and stone
becomes to materialize
the deep rich green pools
alive and living calls,
the song, the carol fair
And, to clutch what is...
Reality is what not to say
to see
the light relects the seamless crystal
into which the dancer falls
and be
whatever becomes in the dark
makes room for the life freed.
*Dedicated to Carol Howard-Mayer