Astral foray

In auroral meadows my solemn wake

With sleepy palms trickling with dew,

Brushing the coral praying stalks

I dreamingly forget the worlds I knew.

In renegade half-light I limn the waves

Of your shadowy delusions,

And feel the stinging pain of hopeless loss

In the waste of false allusions.

An unearthly prophet has led me here

to witness the disturbing drone,

the cauterizing scar that you inflict

unto the shrieking stone.

The mourning skies alight with auspices

And cleansed with phosphorescent glares

Maybe hold the restless waters

Of a human’s unconscious prayers.

Invasion – may such a vision be true:

If the world can cease to live by

The bestiary of human arrogance -

If I could be under this caustic sky!

Our human dreams can take us far

But not beyond the desolate comfort

Of a nightmare under this same old star.

Nocturnal lights or even such visions

Maybe voices shall be our guides,

Or ambiguous phantoms in the shades,

Shattering hopes in which a man confides.

Invasion – our eyes are not the ones

To unveil the boundless shroud of the night,

But we’re the ones to be betrayed

In such arcane circles of blight.