Draping And Undressing

Jan 31, 2016

Voices, Illusions, Metaphors, Draping and Undressing
Resting squarely
on a single beam,
otherworldly,haunting,
static, still...
the black images cast
on the white screen,
turning smoky, misty,
foggy, dim,
dissolving into vapor, and then
a lucid gleam.

Quiet, deeply troubled,
a revelation, sad behind the resonance,
quietly sad,
then turning to mockery,
lushly green,
metaphors hardly recognized as metaphors,
simply a game,
a revelation, a glimpse.

Again a magician at the top of his game,
tossing a theme into the chaos,
then melting thin,
withdrawing, winding
the loops and warps,
and as I am watching still,
the haunted melody gone in a moment,
leaving a memory
of a voice focused,
assured , powerful,
but out of reach.