Roses for the Madhouse

Roses for the Madhouse

1.

night of bells and 

soldiers,

circles drawn or imagined

in blue light

my laughter spreads

from

dream to dream

lie down by my side

in this 

valley of sounds

and listen to my confessions,

covered

in sand and rose.

2.

naked or in ornaments,

the prayer looks

for a way

through flowers and

electromagnets

through

the ruins of our strange affair

the prayer

looks for a way

to remove the dust

of  nights

from 

our eyes

soft wooden

nights, 

haunted gardens,

and sea waves that answered 

to our white call, 

last August.

3.

roses

in the eyes of the new born,

leaves in the wind,

a city of peace

shining

call me by another name.

4.

miracles in the rain,

I discover you

at dawn,

on a bridge across

the blue layers

of time 

and song

faith of the phoenix.

5.

you speak to animals

with touch 

you survey the secrets

of glow worms

bride of heat,

we meet as the earth 

puts to rest

its

questions

of love and fury.

6.

haunted

by my own songs,

running from the cavemen

who live in

these poems,

who make sudden noises

in the corners

of sleep,

I wonder

if I should write

even a word more

who should I blame

for these scenes from a mad mansion?

7.

spring time.

forgive.

desire and 

third thoughts.

forgive.

a rebellion in chains.

forgive.

ruthless your art.

forgive.

the last colour

of peace.

8.

snow 

in your eye,

milk horoscopes

forget my stories

summer shall bring

a woodpecker

in blue.