Dyad

Sitting being illuminated by the lights

Of fragilely incandescent lives

Heart warmth

Does to my limbs take

And to my mind

Where the malfunctioning government

Is overthrown by anarchistic JOY

And swept away

Are the bodies of so many memories

Which have festered for far too long

Their influence dies

And they recede like heavy waves

That sink into the dark blue subconscious

Whilst on the beach revels take place

Bacchus is invoked!

But those lights flicker

As they return to their domains

Returning me to mine

‘Til only pinpricks of light

Can be seen pieced in the black curtain

Of our space

Though one light always remains

An ever-present memory-ghost light

Whose quality has waned

From sunrise to void night

Once resplendent in warmth,

It now is the morose chill of the dark

It is a dull throb in everything

That spectre shall once again transmute

Maybe dissipate slightly

All things are transient

This night will end
With beautifully warm obliterating light