Caverns extend endlessly, lit by torches
Casting shadows along the pathway, welcoming.
Voices whisper like a reckoning
Speaking each word carefully like the poet Virgil to Dante
As a stairwell emerges echoed in mists;
The silent hymns of the mind's breath.
With torch lights remembering candle flames
The stairwell spirals downward with a cold chill.
A room, still as a statue, full as the heart
At the edges of the stairs laying like a fateful servant
Surrounded in liquid crystal, an orchid upon a pedestal.
Shimmering in the darkness, growing amongst a void
Cold and desolate, she blooms unknown
A flower perfect beyond all else, the lover's muse.
For the final fleeting moment that face appears
As the Orchid blooms. Reflections of muse's memories
Locked away in that desolate place.
Forever more, this pen will scratch at the page
Ever seeking the silent songs of that Orchid
Resting in solitude like a Jewel encased in fire.
"...and life is nothing more than the conquest of random events over the unknown." - Authors note 81
Once again, you stroked my soul. That was exquisite. I wish I could start my day with your words always, I would be guaranteed wonder and comfort.
ReplyDeleteQuit making my human say nice things like that (above). I'm watching you, Mr. Fancy Words!
ReplyDeleteSuperb job. Love this one. You get better with each one.
ReplyDelete"Shimmering in the darkness, growing amongst a void
ReplyDeleteCold and desolate, she blooms unknown
A flower perfect beyond all else, the lover's muse."
I love those lines. I think they're well written and they create a strong picture.