Sound & Vision

Here’s a poem. Hope you likes

Sound and vision,
the sun and the sea,
I think I have found
the eternity
the sleeping eye wants
in its shallow haunts.

Grey drones in the ear,
a song washes blue
on regions of green
and settles like dew,
its glint as it dries
its remark to the skies.

The tall pines are told
of the sand’s decadence
as they turn their long backs
to the flock’s merriment,
jaded raiments warmed
nonetheless by grey swarms.

I’ve never seen orange
like Orpheus’ eyes,
bloodshot reflections
of the sun’s distant cries.
The voice empties red
from his cold, jaundiced head.

I’ve learned from pastels-
the pale, vast expanse,
ephemeral youth,
Autumn’s aged romance-
the faint harmonies,
my heart’s subtleties.

I wait for the lyrist
to show me the tune
I’ll hum for the phantoms
drawn to the white moon
that shutter their eyes
to morning’s bright guise.

Sound and vision,
dawn and sunset,
stir me from shadows
when I come to regret
all that I want
in my solemn haunts.