Wild Swans

A portal of uncertain absolute clarity, wistful thoughts, and blinding vision from a furnace of unfiltered light. My blood, flooded. Glass walls overfilled with dark, fuliginous red wine and blissful highs of eloquent, uncensored intoxication.

Mournful warning, striking blows, through somnambulant, repetitive nights.

The sky lit, a green galaxy of affectionate,

dangerous, historical, shades of heaven.

To never know would be a sin, a lie of living, the marvel of... words, four thousand miles of imagination, seized, in a second of elongated moments.

A world darkened by wild swans, tamed. A complex lake of stricken beauty.

In love, I fell.