Ouija world

A time sketch faintly summoned
For someone else’s dream
lyric its memory
from the pulse of escape
Sound trapped inside reason of
Cursèd motive
Recalled in sepia yet
Of such vibrant emotion
The figures rewound out of the room.

Sometimes fragments of music
Fade in and out
Sometimes collapsing blood cells
Are heard
Sometimes touch is felt
Digging graves are words.

Shadows of the planets dance
An echo implodes
In the rooms of the dead
Without notice
The lace poised in foredrop
Grasp the unknown.

Rarer still
The overture of dying and death
Rarer than ever soundproof grief
Cascading unrest
Forever indiscreet.

Forever forgotten
A soul’s gaze
forever
Its battlement crumbling on
The concert of the days

The dismissal heralded by
Trumpets as
Your heart
your rooms
Your halls

I turned away the
Flowers in your gardens from
The glare that opened
Your gates to let me float out.

Still the scent of lilac
Led me out of the path.