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