Scheherazade
we met that night under hallowed star light
the cosmos flowing like a celestial river through the alluvial hymns and molten eternity
we took a leap at dusk,
exploring like Charon traveling in the river Styx in a golden timbered gondola which tunneled
through an orchestra of stars forged by heaven’s blacksmith,
conjoining as we do, twisting like snakes or tempered steel which has been baptized in fire
burning and distorting like smelted cosmos of Plexiglas
You whispered to me like the stars do,
mumbling the eternal melody, singing tales through thunder,
a story like that of Scheherazade
a hopeful ache like a stain glass halo illuminating Saturn
We joined like waves lapping at broken atoms
having finally finished following an amber string
which weaved through moonlit temples
still twisting on columns and fraying at the ancient maze to the alter
We found Elysium
through watercolor ballads