Drycicles

He reached out for the ghost, the displacing affect,

That surrounded the barren never-ending commotion,

To what fate, what effect, what conclusion in time
Will the word roll again to its yonder emotion?

I once knew a dark fairy, soulless rider of unicorn,

Now forlorn, over water, over oceans of crimson

Alabaster in skin, veins as gold as the sun falling over

Itself.

We once knew, sister Elf, what the world was about,

What the future would hold to the man, and the Shout,

and the Cry and the Laughter as the giggle of child,

I’m displaced by my doubt, drawing circles of winter,

Dreaming drums of the Baal and the cry of the crane

Lamentations of vain, and of ghosts navigating

On the skies at the gates

Of awakening.