Oisin Vink - Fallen

The beam of lamplight strides across the water,
Ebbing at my feet in off-blue garments -
Enamored with the crows,
As I pass here daily;
Trailing in my stride as if I were God.

Nothing is as it seems,
Once you have fallen a long way,
If only to rise again, softly, softly.
The crows know nothing of this, nor do I -
On occasion.
Neither, shall we choose to accept it.

To travel onwards, where the sky looms;
Rigid and sober –
The cradle rocks and festers.
Conceived as being happy,
Which it was.
Sweet whisperings of the mind’s eye.

Not a fantasy nor a reality,
The call which wavers through dreams –
Distorted images, the fashion in which you stand;
Elongated and gothic.
There is no reply,
Although occasionally I admit that I desire one.
Unadulterated; an impossibility, free from platinum bands.

The remainder of the moon is wild,
She merges within herself;
Extinguished by the shadows.
There is no luster, now.

I shall travel back, a long way,
Watching you balance on stalks,
Dancing with the gossamer threads.
My brown eyed bird,
Undomesticated, frivolous –

If only fleeting.

Oisin Vink

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