Drinking my visions
from a multi-faceted crystal goblet
encrusted with multi-faceted precious jewels
inscribing powerful symbols.
Spirit sprites dance merrily akimbo
wafting out into they sky.
Moving out of form to kiss me
licking my lips, brushing my eyelids.
I am tickled into foot-slapping laughter.
Rising to the occasion,
I quaff in toast to the spirit
balancing into a whirling grace.
Carrying graceless leaden sacks
across my still lacerated back,
taking my sustenance from weeping,
how can I reconcile?
Vivid vivacious visions
come calling for my friendship,
offering vibrant love, heroic adventure.
Knowing nothing of formal arrangements,
they giggle and tease,
plait my hair with rainbow ribbons,
urge me to race out with them
To whom did I make those promises,
that keep me back
in the dusty, noxious warehouse
dying of the poison thorns
embedded in my golden chains.