Blue of wonder
They dance on trance
That misty dew
They ask that sky
The key to fly
They seem so wise
In shades of sly
I call it magic
The magic of wonder
To feel that storm
And experience that thunder
That cusp of fire and earth
All heaven n hell upsurged
The magic so blunder
Those hazy lies
And believes on plunder
The broken time machine
strangled wooden queen
Those artificial brown lawns
And dreamy fawns
But the eyes know it all
Every rise each fall
They now speak of emoticons
All emotions hence shunned
Or maybe the eyes have learned
To use their sight separate from all sunned
They have quit to feel
Or may be it is better felt now
Even that past in chaos
Remind of mystery shrill
Those voices abhorred
And those they once stole
Out of the brink of bliss
In that dusky kiss
But the kiss was poisonous
Of all sensations not required
After all
They too were fired
Of desires of moment
That lasted till eternity
Yet like each eternity
That too had an end
An illusionary horizon
A broken stand
The ship was still erect
Only that sea was missing
An orbit with hissing
That dream aside
And eyes enter
Yet another world
In blue - all swirled
They speak of sensations
Far off from emotions
Its a world of eros
No gain no loss
But a harmonic melody
That dark prosody
Unconscious yet peaceful
That feel of brink-full.
written by - mystical wanderer
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