Nocturina

I: Dreams Of the Desert House

The closing my eyes o'er the Night bloom...

Myrrh seeps into every shadow
and crevice; a diuretic to purge
every other window clear but the soul
that stains the eye with emotions too
unbearable the Night bloom heart awakening
those tender, reckless and ferile dreams

Torn in the mysterious embrace of shadow, astrologies and witchcraft...

That goodness and aversion are no more
a remedy for evil than a cold wind
swept over a desert-- naught a fleeting sterile chill...

As Ancient as Memorae--
bitten by the jagged and rotting teeth,
a coarse taint of wretchedness and pain
that neither mind nor body can be
taught to endure without losing some
part of of itself-- in death-magicks

A collect foci of contorted mirrors poised
distorted are these many images; both
the sacred and the profane-- held in
one eye, like the moon itself passing from
manse to manor by remaining virtually still;
are the orphaned souls of a heart in limbo

Its Dark Heart drew silence,
memory closed within the banks;
that the depth oftime becomes
unimaginable as nothing has
ever really changed in the world about it--
save that even the most distant of horrors
can never truly sleep

Among such spiritual unrest of native sands...

Old sin, a'stir in the air...
another breath held by the elder gods
for only an instant, pass the ages to the
mortal sons and daughters-- until all
may be forgotten, save by those that
no longer dream of Heaven

From that small oasis which had once
drawn the many myriad traveler souls
towards a now empty and darkened space...

Of tender, reckless and ferile dreams,
the Night-bloom heart awakened those unbearable
emotions, with an eye that stains the soul
with an all too clear window-- a purge
of every crevice and shadow from
which myrrh cannot keep

The slowly opening eye of the Night-bloom
rose the windows and walls of this Desert House.