Melancholy, maudlin and merry brought
Are the mirror’d reflections as I muse
Upon the darkness illimitable residing
Within this slender frame, the calm surface
Reflected back at me, a lie told calmly.
Nothing but health is shown, clean, bright,
Hale self-assuredness, yet assured only
Is the darkness living within, not
A cancer or some entity cacodaemoniacal
Yet rather just my nature, rarely fathomable.
Little known, barely by others understood too oft,
Was it little wonder that I drifted away
And left my flock a’grazing and went forth
To that secret place, drawn in by sweet
Scents of opiate bliss? Of course I went.
Others had been drawn to that special valley
Yet why was I offered such a prized deal apart?
I was like no other they had ever seen
Or will ever see, so they whispered soft
To me, over the soft sibilant soughing of bitter bliss.
Embrace the darkness had become my mantra
Once I partook of those dangerous delights,
Deathly to many, a prison to more, horror
To still many others, and I bothered much
Before, and now clearly I see clarity, balance.
Those flowers, though they mayst be fulsome,
Winsome, bright… all kinds, not just hanging
Ruby Devil trumpets but yellow, hungry mouths open
For Ra’s sunlight, spiked obsidian leaves, so shiny…
The dreams they all bring are opiate shaded,