Tuesday, September 28, 2010

Monochrome of Dreams

Another muse comes and goes,
Another mound of waste.
One more masterpiece spun out of the no man's space.
He looks beyond everything and sees everything.
A child prodigy..
A shapeful, meaningful monster.

Rotting muses.
Fading tunes.
Broken lines.
Broken lies.

Wild hair, wild wind.
A sad melody.

Masterpieces trashed in a corner.
They're all beautiful, all same.
All to nothing, nothing to all. All out of nothing. Nothing out of it all.
He's dreaming.

Crystal shards. Up close. Receding.
Rose tinted.
Ice-blue.
Filigree, snow flakes.
Lights. So bright. Receding.

He wakes. A sleepy wake. A waking dream.
He looks, more muse to follow.
Masterpieces to come.
They mean nothing. To him. To anybody.
Beautiful, works of a lunatic.

He closes his eyes.
He's dreaming.
Sweet, sad dreams.
He's dreaming.
Let him dream.

~ Angel

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