A Night Song For Lyra

A night song for Selene’s painted fire moon

Moans twilight sadness over Lyra’s plucked lute

Her laugh dancing thunder shaking hideaway spaces.

Motorbike leaps through Eden’s gate

Oil and tears leaking last rites

Dream buzzed veins electric and cranked.

He throttles beyond ink dipped rainbows

Where boiled technicolour skies

Melt time’s rustic phantoms cloaked midnight black.

Razor leaf trees sneeze bone spiked fallout

Splitting his banded candy cane skin

Fantasia’s fingers flicking away seething stars.

Mood ring moon winks at the smouldered sun

Her glitter soaked eye his chariot’s aim

Heartened conquest towards evaporating coil.

Lyra’s lips stir his soul

And clawed lightning tears at heaven

Slipstreaming lovers bleached galaxy gold.

She inhales him.