Realities of the Night [Fourth Reality]

Born in the very early hours of the night as I looked out of my window while preparing for bed.  It continued to grow through the day till it was mature enough to be posted to Muse.

Realities of the Night  -  26 Jun 12

Low-flying cloud
Paints the night
With shades of grey
Wraps street lamps
In filigree damp
Cloaks the trees
With diamante robes

Wolf howl
Baying to an imagined Moon
Startled Peacocks
Ruffled feathers
Shaking their secret eyes
Seeing into other worlds
Awaiting sunrise

Silence of the mists
Hides the calls
Whispered words
Muttered incantations
Calling
Midnight Amethysts to
Burn bright





I find it very interesting how a random insertion into my sight and thoughts can deliver surreal imagery to be included in a poem ~ thank you Muse.
 

Midnight Journeys

This poem was inspired, in small part, by several things; listening to a track from Epitaph called "Visions", remembering the early King Crimson and my own "Warlord Suite". Some of the themes can be heard here though none of them really predominate and this end result is something that is mine. Well, see what you think...





Midnight Journeys - 12 Dec 11

Leaving a trail
Of feathers
Whispering
Of Moon-dark Journeys
And tales
Of secret meetings
On the Temple steps

We
Touched
And
Held

The peacock sings
A mellow song
Of wandering jesters
And tired jokes
Heard only by those
Who know and smile
At the wistful words
And gentle sounds

Kissed
Under
The
Trees

The watchers did not
Understand…but only stood
And swayed
To a random rhythm
Created in thunder
Petted the phœnix’
Fiery back
Regardless of the flames

Lay
On
Silken
Sheets

Watching the serpents
Dance around the staff
Our eyes entranced
We dream the Moon
Into the day
Pull her close to us
Taste sweet kisses
On the fabric of her robe

Midnight
Journeys
In
Dream





The joke here is "the peacock's mellow song" - have you heard a peacock call?