fuelled passivity
binds the broken dreams,
despoiled wonderland
screened with silent screams.
shifting visions,
inviolate by turns
corrupted carcasses
pyrotechnic burns.
into the west they sail,
fey folk flock like fauns,
unseeing eyes
perceive departing forms.
pink horizon beckons
from pallid fetid flesh,
embark with dreamers to
new soul journey quest.
emblazoned pendant flies
at mast of glory height,
depicting hope at last
from earthbound endless fight.
work the firecrackers,
dazzle with display,
circus pomp or pride,
illusions of the day.
slumbered eyes may view,
through sulphur’s smoky plumes,
radiant new dawn
in ship’s departing spume.
where the fey folk fled,
in dreamers’ rested lands,
there all dreams abide
for restless, yearning hands.
catch the dreamers’ form,
weave the golden net,
where the magic lives
we dwell in unforget.
scottishmomus 