Rituals of shade.

[backstreetdreamer]

Drowsy hang the blooms of light, descending slowly to a night
That wanders in and out of me, the shadowed truths of what will be
Forever painted in its shade, each velvet promise that was made
Beneath cobalt and crimson skies, without regrets or compromise
When arms were harbours from life’s pain, a sheltered look out on the rain
That diamond danced itself away, another dream soaked yesterday
Where summers warmed but never burned, another page of lessons learned
Another speckled sunset played, kaleidoscopic rainbow shade.


Shimmering the moon winds blow, around each wish tied picture show
That flickers in a shaded room, a ghostly glow that cuts through gloom
Between the seashore and the skies, a place where mystic magic flies
Like nightingales of nether dreams, who sew the air with singing seams
That wander whisper winding waves, in search of haunting echoed caves
That bring back every wondrous song, to paint them there where they belong
On echoed walls of stars and shade, before their final moments fade
Into a deep oblivion, where moon or sun have never shone.


Drowsy drained the depths of dawn, with such relief at being born
Into a world where light and shade are happy with the lace they made
That hangs across the newborn air, confetti scattered everywhere
As tired clouds cough out their rain, and breathe more easily again
Rainbows creep back upon their glow, another moving picture show
Releasing colours every time, eternally a poet’s rhyme,
Until somewhere between the lines, a certain paragraph defines
Those treasured rituals of shade, from which each night and day is made…