Mellowghost

Bring me silence

Bring me wine

Or give me sleep

Where I dream I am,

One of your

Paper effigies.

Careless and tender

Entwined in you.

But how shall I be done with the cities of you?

With the streets that always

Lead me to you.

All your structures bound by tragedies

These ruined cities aren’t pastures

For the mind.

Rid the fever

Where the fear chooses you,

Casts a spell unaware.

And walk, with

Your waves crashing at my shore

Your towers falling down

And yet, caught in your currents

I go on

Mired in the horror

That today won’t last.

And what do I say to you as you

Recede?

You are truer than truth

More vivid than a brushstroke

And on your canvas

Like the rest before you,

I will drown gently

Like the sun setting

In distant, mellow waves.