three dreams in blood

Three dreams in blood


First dream


Witness


Falling asleep I fall down beneath
To a door that is made of beating flesh
A long corridor
A lot of doors
Each door keeps keys
And denies keeping them
All are left ajar 
With a hanging key in the hole


Through the slice of light at the door
I saw the little girl screaming
And all the doors got locked
Keyholes said it was the wind
Keys complained the lock
But the girl was bleeding to death
What was the wind?
What was the fault with the lock?
And I woke with a swollen eye…!


My second dream


Betrayal


Sea was spurning at my feet
As the waves dug the sands in anger
That made me jerk and weak
I spat blood
Not of the seas effort
But of the loves hatred
With dripping red lip 
I loomed the crimson horizon
She was rowing hard
In the wave less sea then
Her hairs flew without a breeze
Eyes glowed red
And I sat with the stunned sea


My third dream


The execution


In the barren island I sung
Songs of death and love
Then from the dark forest
A snow-white doe came out bleeding
I stopped singing
But it bled again
In the silence and pain it died 
And the sky convicted me!
When a rainbow loop was set on my neck
The earth leapt down from my foots
In that in between 
Struggling for breath
I sung the rest
A song that ended with a death…

The tree

Cloaking her enigmatic face

Filled with green emotions,

In a crowd of clouds and gods

The tree stayed in the peak alone

Piercing her toes

In the stone chest of mountain

She ruled him

Like a bold wife

She ruled the wind

With her leaves and wood

She ruled the mistletoes

With her love and cold

Rain and light admired her

Rhythm of breeze succumbed to her

She aged a thousand year

But her veins were still hot there

 Then

 In the full moon night

Tossing the hard cold mist

And breaking the sharp rock curves

The bald man came

With a divine smile

And luring song

He caressed her waist

And with a passionate kiss

Stretched at her legs

Chanting some more melancholic songs

He leaped in to ponder a dream

Shivering off the mist and dews

She loomed at the sleeping saint

“The prophesy “

She whispered

With a pricking pain and vibe

She made her maiden bloom

Before her eyes could drop

Her tears down for once

The single lone blossom

Became a fruit that glows red

Together with the tears

Fallen down to the palm beneath

The night stopped scaring so suddenly

And the time was made unknown

Woke and walking the saint descended

Down he went with the crimson life

The tree started yellowing leaves

With a wind that went away forever

All her palms fall down evermore

And the mountain began to fume aloud

Squalling hard in the pain so dour

Dusting off the ash and leaves

Down at the mountain foot in a haste

The saint was walking fast

No one glimpsed his eyes for once

To tell me the fate of tree

Wind, stones, the dragonflies

The valley had all them blind…