Shadow of Myself

[Guest Xradion]

I am a shadow of myself.

A white shadow, sleeping

In circadian celestial cycles.

 

Wrapped in Mab’s vale,

I remember reveries

Of times long gone.

 

Playing in parks and

Plunking out piano notes

That sounded slightly

Out of tune.

 

But then I wake up to find

A shimmering screen screaming

At me.

 

Keys reach out and contort

My fingers, as I try

To produce tones through words.

 

And I cry out, and I reach

To the birds flying close to

The clouds, to pluck a quill.

 

With it’s point, I prick

My finger. Blood flows forth,

Drenching the quill, and spilling

Onto the page.

 

 

 

Xradion,

The Horny Druid,

Scholar of the Ancient Arts,

Holder of the Eye of Odin.

 

"The only emperor is the emperor of ice-cream."

-Wallace Stevens

 

"When at home, do as the Homans do." –Xradion

[reverie]

kewl... Like the music from words thing... come to think of it that mostly what i do now-a-days... since i never got the hang of writing music...

 

 

keep writing...

 

revery

the dreamlost

[Rahsash Geldich]

The main image that comes to me with this is one of pouring your heart and soul into your writing, and occasionally your dreams too. It flows well, like a dreamy drifting feeling, or a scene that morphs from one image to another seamlessly.

[Guest Xradion]

        Thanks, Rahsash. That's exactly what I was going for. Glad to know it worked.