Tripping

I rode a freely falling star
That collided with the moon
On a frenetic summer’s evening
Sweat glistening on my skin
And it spoke of secrets, lies and sin
That ended all too soon

It was a serenade for fools
Masked men dancing in a room
As a string quarter was forming
Beautiful harbingers of night
And in gardens of such strange delight
The darkest flowers bloomed

Orion’s dragon in his lair
Glitters, winking his refrain
As the harvest sky is drawing
Departing angels swiftly winging
As beneath the earth is singing
Melodies I can’t explain

(c) Helen Valentina 2014, All Rights Reserved

About helenvalentina

Like most people, I have a number of sides to me. The most interesting one probably emerges through my writing, hence this blog. I love to read, and also to write, and so this is a way to share both.
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13 Responses to Tripping

  1. Wonderful.. really .. the beauty of night…

  2. Abhilasha S. says:

    A brilliant poetry πŸ™‚

  3. Delicious Helen, loved the 2nd stanza the most, brilliant.

  4. Lisa says:

    This is amazing!

  5. monocochlearmutineer says:

    I love the play on words with ‘string quarter’ there, hinting at the phase of the moon…

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