IN WINDS OF DARK DESIRE

In Winds of Dark Desire

through time and space

like cherry blossoms

falling from a tree

i bit the apple

of mad seduction

and

gave birth

to you and me.

there was no one

before you then

except a fantasy

no one

to hold me back

and say

"you belong to me."

so i plunged deep

into your eyes

and

further to your soul

that innerspace

of good and grace

weaved through

with hues of gold.

falling

like a dying bird

falling

like a dream

falling

like a scorched red rose

that

had no voice to scream.

and at the bottom

of the fall

i fell into your hands

I learned the ways

of love and lust

of

woman and of man.

now the two of us

walk through the world

like beings

from above

seeing this

and

hearing that

and tasting of sweet love.

perhaps

we will not always be

perhaps

the dream will end

perhaps

through time and space

once more

we’ll slip and fall again.

like cherry blossoms

on a tree

are hearts

filled up with fire

so beautiful

so delicate

in the winds

of dark desire.

and though they bud

and though they grow

and their perfume

touches all

like you and i

and all who bloom

we

are born to fall.

©by Voo

April 14, 2012
3:19 p.m.

DEATH BY DEJA VU

Death by Deja Vu

Remembering things

That have not come to pass

I drank the sands of time

In polished glass

In mirrored halls

On checker-boarded floors

I danced the waltz

In rooms that had no doors

And then by some degree

I could not say

I crawled beyond the night

Into the day

'Twas there in amber dawn

I saw the key

Held in the hand of one

Who looked like me

Floating just above

An azure pool

With veils that blew in winds

Of fire, yet cool

She looked at me

And smiled a taunting smile

Put out her hands

And held me for a while

I could not speak

There were no words to say

She read my thoughts

And whispering, slipped away

And as the morning came

I saw the stream

That wandered through the world

Within the dream

Mad and maddening,

Like ends that have no start,

The sun exposed

The hollows in my heart

I could not find the path

That leads to love

I could not grasp the hand

Within the glove

So I turned back

To seek the house of stone

From which I had escaped

And stood alone

And in my hand, a key

I had not found

Turned in an ancient lock

Without a sound

My house, my house

The place I knew so well

With towers high

And cellars deep in hell

The ballroom called to me

And off I ran

And the girl there in the mirrors,

Began her dance again.

©by Voo

September 13, 09

 3:13 a.m.