Jake scores a goal with Phantasmagoria

"Phantasmagoria" by Dave HartYou gaze silently
and stare squinting
through your stained glass panes.
Now pulling aside
sapphire drapes
of flowing somber samite
Replete with glowing organdy
You gaze out.

Lo, a lazy mesmerized
quixotic moon--
blithely blows kisses,
wryly winks
and coyly smiles.

Yea, a light seesaw of a day
of ecstasy and spritely delight--
now wanes to a quiet evening tune.

II
Transfixed you
muse --attent through moist
window panes.

And now enter the past pains
through
a flowing Rorschach panorama
of fluid specters--

a pentimento painting
of myriad serpentine days
metamorphosing
into mellifluous mellowing nights.

Now mirthful,
this moon merrily
mills reticent
clouds in a star
clustered plight.

The meeting with Morpheus...
--wondering of his mood--
cheery and cherry,
one hopes.

III

In the soft security
of your pliant bed--
a weary cheek cradled
in thoughts of this
day now blithely tread--

a voice and vision from the past--
"night night
nighty nite
sleep tight".

IV
Dreaming..
in a dream

Floating in the night skyscape
. . a phantasmagoria
of sensual sights and sounds. .

riding in a catamaran of gilded silk. .
over the still quiet town.

There's the tailor's shop,
the market place,
and the gurgling fountains of the park.

On to other lands afar. .
the Taj Mahal. .
the Great Wall of China
the winged maneuvers of a lark

V
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