ARISE

Arise, the sleeping tingles of my hobbled heart strokes
forced to slumber in the noon's starkness of blunt occasion
when the mind becomes a smothering cocoon of numbing quintessence.

But then arrives the welcome eve to seize the senses
with its ebony sheet to outline the mazes of paved foundation
where we play the "what if" games of veiled mysteries imagined
allowing our orbs to feel all the pinpricks from the little blisters of illumination
erupting on the sea of black as premeditated, bleached concrete isles .

Like ice bergs or towering blocks of salt
they paint the brain in a majestic allure of solidity and magic,
enticing amid the vivid etchings of asphalt and concrete
through soft, sweet installments of haunting brushes against the eyes.

A journey through the silent behemoths of citadels
catches us in our waning luxury of gaze
till we can dance in our souls,
welcoming another fairy tale pearl for the mind,
uttering myths to ourselves about enchanting dark worlds
where secrets kiss one's veins.

So we wander the aliveness of lamplight protrusions
seeing more among the alabaster buffet and neon ribbons
than observed with less focus during all the rays of the daystar.

Visions of brick giants lumber through our consciousness' nocturnal story
giving us their lingering hugs of ambience
hinting at some perfect land of taboos
that might be hiding behind shadowed doors.