For the Warlock that stole my glance

In the midst of gloom and desperation came up a new slumbering dream, sway mystic eyes and golden sun rays on his head; from a different fellowship this out-lander. I am longing to see you again even i know love is not real to me; indeed nothing is that way. I know I have seen him time before... (in one of my astral journeys...).

My senses want to meet thy essence, revealing the riddle of thee, white boy meets Asian realms, son of a white samurai, born with the winds of cherry blossom, let the eyes of mine thy angels taking care of thou.
Trembling soul deep inside of me, caressed by thine grace, spiritual creature dwells in my mind, yet on this dimension I know thou not enough. Would  thou be a mirage with wilt heart?

He folded my illusions as he creates origami figures, melting my frozen feelings once buried to men, not earthly creature too meet them. Only the winds, the fires, naiads and fairies, gnomes and stars. Now my desire is that earthly creature meets me, all myself. An emotion to burst, dug up emotion can not be shown for every-time I see him. My words wreak havoc in my tongue. Myself as a nightingale that can only chirp and longs to play a symphony of lightened feelings.

I feel the emptiness in Little Mermaid's heart, when she was mute ans could not speak to that prince of Earth. Her sweet voice was taken by the Ocean's Witch. The siren knew had a melodic voice, yet captured in a cage of evil; the same emotion I experience, singing words stolen by the sylphs caressing him with every trace of wind.

This swaying labyrinth of poetry lines... now lost my  mind, making a huge endeavour to unravel from my night-time obscure hair. Sparkling is an embroidery of stars that blossom all o'er the deep night of my ideas, cradle of winds, Chinese silken threads dancing with Aura rays, the luminous stars that brigth are my hopes growing on...


~Wiccangel~(Victoria III, July 2009)©

A Mermaids Loss
©Selina Fenech