Yaschen Dlima
Aug 23, 2017 · 1 min read

Through the kaleidoscopic blur

Of starry men, we yearn to stretch into

The phosphorescent abyss, the raging cur

Treads pensively down a moonlit rue.

Decrepit sculptures, barren and still they stand,

What once was a philosopher king now sits

By pavements with head fallen, raised hand;

Forgotten dreams flee the moor that covets.

Through wonted winds fall a beech leave,

Through roaring tides must we breast,

The fire twixt Geras and Niamh

Must we brood upon and seek rest.

“Avert thou immortal gaze from the deft

Look to the willow among tombstones,

Let mirth and consciousness be not bereft

Escape the Ankou,walk the crossroad lone.”

Under the boughs of Sligo , I partake,

Blackbirds and Bluebirds flutter round reeds,

“Thou gods art my reflection” Life spake

“Battle Chronos and return the deed. “

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