THE DARK DIAPHANOUS

What is that rain
falling like swords
upon my head?

It's the war
ruled by Love
making chaos
into the home.

Where is the king,
husband of my heart,
protector of earth?

He's away,
crownless a lot,
without place,
vanished in Lost wood.

Where's my reflection,
paramour of voice,
impulse of illusions?

There in the water,
true like a mirror,
false as warrior,
involved grottos of soul.

Door,
just a face to go out,
without escape,
in a way anymore.

Night is my witness,
Moon is clearly
showing the sun
through a wound,

while lovers killing themselves,
patting their dreams and fears,
an ogre watches
the key of their faces.

It's the Island
a side to breathe
airs as hurricanes
merging with words.

Perhaps the phantom is
a mistress without hope
seeking the sign
of a song?

Not a dreamer,
neither a empiricist,
just a verb
made predicate.

Now increases thy heat,
fervor of days,
uniting sexes
within an angel,

thereby passion
becomes the sorrow
in joy as brawl
of fires spark.

Just one light
illuminates the ice
of a secret silence
into the mind.

Madness thou say!
the feeling of ways,
guiding by Sun
to end in lost worlds,

until the king return
with his crown
fighting for the folk
turned in doom.