"Phantasmagoria" by Dave Hart

                 

"Phantasmagoria" by Dave Hart                  I Silently I stare squinting through stained glass panes. Now pulling aside sapphire drapes of flowing somber samite Replete with glowing organdy.   Lo, gazing mesmerized, yon quixotic moon-- blithely blowing kisses, wryly winks and coyly smiles. I blush. Yea, a light seesaw of a day of ecstasy and spritely delight-- now wanes to a quiet evening tune.     II       Transfixed I muse --attent through moist window panes. And now enter the past pains through   a  flowing Rorschach panorama of fluid specters-- a pentimento painting of myriad serpentine days metamorphosing into mellifluous mellowing nights. Now mirthful, this moon merrily mills reticent clouds in a star clustered plight. The meeting with Morpheus --wondering of his mood-- cheery and cherry,    one hopes.                III In the soft security of my pliant bed-- a weary cheek cradled in thoughts of this day's blithely tread-- a voice and vision from the past--      "night night      nighty nite         sleep tight".                  IV         Dreaming..                in a dream Floating in the night skyscape . . a phantasmagoria of sensual sights and sounds. . riding in a catamaran of gilded silk. . over the still quiet town. There's the tailor's shop, the market place, and the gurgling fountains of the park. On to other lands afar. . the Taj Mahal. . the Great Wall of China the winged maneuvers of a lark              V Dreaming . . . reeling red and yellow sea horses roaring over tree tops . . . mermaids samba agog with cheshire cats to the music of Sergei Rachmaninoff .  shooting stars of blue purple catching bolts of lightening        VI Dearest one awake now and stir . . . To scents of frankincense and myrrh . . voices of the past. Long lingering in my cozy warm bed . . with thoughts tantalizing in a ancient graceful head . . Birds twitter and herald yon day's new light . . . a new morn sun yields cascading delight. David Hart 2006