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HOUSE OF CONTRADICTION
WHITE WALLS BLACK WINDOWS
This book represents a chapter in my life whereby dreams became reality, but not the way I wanted it to be.
It was a time when I was young and all I had were dreams. And all I did was dream of these dreams. Of a different world and realities, of a different time and place.
And I wanted nothing more than to live in this dream.
The perfectness I thought I had found, was never mine. And will never be mine.
I say my Grace, and slip back into reality.
MEMORIES
DREAMS HOW OFTEN HATH I HAD,
YET A DREAM IT WASN'T, REAL AS THE FIRE THAT BURNED ME.
LIGHT ON HER FEET WAS SHE,
DANCING LIKE FAIRIES ON THE SHORE OF A MOONLIT LAKE,
WITH MOVEMENTS OF JOY AND GAY,
AND LOTUSES ON THE STILL CALM POOL.
THERE SHE LED AN ARMY,
OF PEASANT FOLK AND BRAVE SOLDIERS,
THERE SHE LED MY HEART,
NOT INTO WAR BUT INTO THE FACETS OF LIFE.
FROM DAWN TO DUSK DID TIME ROLLED,
WITHIN MY HEART THE BUD HAD GROWN INTO A FLOWER,
SO BEAUTIFUL WAS IT THAT NONE HAD SEEN IT,
SO GRACEFUL WAS IT THAT I HAD KEPT IT.
THEN I BEGAN TO DREAM OF A HOPE,
OF THAT ONE PERFECT NIGHT TO COME,
YET KNOWING NOT WHAT IS PERFECTION,
ONLY THAT I WISH IT TO HAPPEN.
WHILE I HEAR HER VOICE, SWEET AS THE SONGS OF BIRDS,
AND HER SMILE, DELIGHTS OF THE HEART,
HER LAUGHTER, LIKE A CHILD,
HER HEART, LIKE A DOVE.
WHITE MANTLES WERE SPREADED ACROSS TABLES AND CHAIRS,
WITH SILVERWARES OF THE NOBLEST KINGS AND QUEENS,
MARCHED IN WITH PRIDE ALL WALKS OF LIFE,
MARKING THE START OF THAT NIGHT.
DIMMED LIGHTS FILLED THE HALL,
MELODIOUS TUNES FILLED THE AIR,
THE HOPE I HAD I THOUGHT A DREAM,
THE DREAM I HAD I KNOW NOW ARE REAL.
HUMMED IN THE AIR THE SONG OF MY HEART,
AND THE SCENT OF FRAGRANT POSIES IN HER HAIR,
THE FEEL OF HER BODY AND BREATH SO NEAR TO MINE,
AND HER BREAST AGAINST MY CHEST.
A DREAM IT FELT AND SO I THOUGHT,
TO BE THIS NEAR, TO HOLD HER CLOSE,
TO FEEL THE SWEAT BENEATH HER BACK,
TO TASTE HER LIPS DID WE KISS.
HONEY AND SUGAR TASTE NOT THIS SWEET,
BUT HER LIPS TO MINE, ETERNAL BLISS.
TRAPPED IN THE PASSION OF MY SOUL, THE LUST OF MY HEART,
AND THE SWEETNESS OF HER TONGUE,
TELLING MYSELF, MY HEART, MY MIND,
NEVER LET GO, NEVER LET GO.
TREMBLED I DID, LIKE SMALL WAVES OF QUAKE,
POUNDING LIKE THUNDER, MY HEART DID BEAT,
SHORT BREATHS CAME, I HELD,
THRILL AND EXHILARATION I'VE NEVER FELT.
TO THIS DAY I FEEL, AND REMEMBER THE TASTE,
SWEETER THAN ALL ON WINGS OF ANGELS,
ETCHED WITHIN MY HEART AND SOUL,
THE MEMORIES OF MY ONE FIRST KISS.
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TALES OF HER GRACE
WHEN SUMMONED THE BEAUTY FROM THROUGHOUT THE LAND,
OF ALL KINGDOMS, VALLEYS AND OCEANS,
NYMPHS, FAIRIES, ELFINS AND ANGELS ALIKE,
GRACE THEY ALL HAD BUT NONE SO GREAT.
YONDER TOWERING PEAKS AND DWARFISH HILLS,
ENCLOSED IN EVERGREEN GLADES,
EMBODIMENT OF BEAUTY, GRACE AND PASSION.
HAUNTINGLY REAL HER BEAUTY UNMATCHED,
UNBRIDLED PASSION; A LOVER'S BREATH,
ETUDE PLAYED; HOW GRACEFULLY SHE DANCED,
IN ALL LANDS, SEAS AND SKIES.
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ENDLESS DREAMS
GRAY IMAGES LINGERED SOFTLY AROUND HER GRACEFUL FRAME,
REACHING OUT FROM A DREAM SHE BURNED COLOURS INTO A COLOURLESS WORLD,
A KISS FROM HER SET FORTH A RAGING STORM,
CUDDLED IN HER EMBRACE; A SHELTER FROM THE BLOWING WINDS,
ENDLESS DREAMS SHE BROUGHT; ONE DREAM SHE FULFILLED.
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WHITE WALLS BLACK WINDOWS
I
WHERE BELLS RANG; SILENT CHIMES AND WHITE PAINTED WALLS,
GREEN COBBLED STEPS LEAD TO LONG WINDING ROADS.
THE LIGHT OF THE SUN SHONE THROUGH TOWERS,
HENCE SHE CAME, SILENT AND UNNOTICING,
FRAGRANT FLOWERS BLOOMED IN HER WAKE; GLORIOUS AND BEAUTIFUL,
RED ROSES OF LOVER'S TALE; DAZZLING HYACINTH AND SWEET SCENTED POSIES.
HER GRACE SHE CARRIED WITH POISE,
AS IF BORN AND BRED WITH SILVER SPOON,
TINGED WITH GOLDEN HUE AND DIAMOND ROCKS,
PURE AS SNOW ON MOUNTAIN TOP.
WHEN CAME THE TIME OF THE SETTING SUN,
HER PASSION UNLEASHED; YOUNG AND STRONG,
LIFE FLOWS PERPETUAL THROUGH HER VEINS.
LOUD AND QUIET THE SYMPHONY OF TIMES PAST,
WISDOM OF MOUNTAINS AND ROOTS OF GREAT OAKS,
EACH STEP OF HER DANCE SPARKED FIRE AND TWINKLING LIGHTS,
RED HOT STEEL, PIXIE DUST,
MORNING DEWS ON LOTUS LEAVES.
II
YOUNG AND NAIVE THE POET WAS,
WORLDLY POSSESSION; FEW HE HAD,
NO GOLD NOR HORSES; AS RIDDEN BY KNIGHTS,
NOR WHITE SHINING ARMOUR AND RED LONG CLOAKS,
AND HIS DREAMS WAS ALL HE HAD.
DREAMS OF ETERNAL LOVE HE HAD,
BALLADS OF TIME FORGOTTEN,
WHITE FOGS ON MISTY CASTLES.
HE'D SPIN AND SPIN IN HIS ETERNAL DREAMS,
THE DANCE IN GREAT HALLS OF ROYAL COURT,
BRIGHT GOLDEN CHANDELIERS AND FAIRY HARPS,
AND HER GRACE IS ALL HE CAUGHT.
III
GARDENS OF FLOWERS IN VASES; COLOURS OF THE WORLD,
FIRE BUGS FLEW, ORCHESTRA OF ENCHANTING LIGHTS,
TO DANCE IN MOONLIGHT'S CHARM, NO LONGER A SONG IN THE NIGHT,
WITH A LOVER, HE SEES ONLY IN HIS DREAMS.
MISTY DREAMS BECAME CLEAR PICTURES,
PORTRAITS OF PASSION AND PERPETUAL LUST,
NO KISS HE'D EVER TASTE SO BLISSFUL,
NO KISS HE'D EVER TASTE BUT FOR HER'S.
LIKE A SHEPHERD HE SWORE HIS LOVE,
MOVING HER WITH PLEASURES OF THE HEART,
LIKE A NYMPH SHE REJECTED HIS LOVE,
INTO THE MIST SHE DISAPPEARED.
ALONE HE STOOD UNDER THE LIGHTS OF THE TWINKLING STARS,
WAVES OF WATER SPLASHED HARD AGAINST BEATEN SHORES.
UNDER THE SHADOWS CAST BY THE HORNBEAM TREE,
MUSIC OF BREEZE THROUGH LEAVES AND FLOWER BELLS,
BLURRED VISIONS OF DANCING AROUND FAIRY RINGS.
IN THE SILENT CACOPHONY OF HIS BLEEDING SOUL,
IN HIS MIND RAGED FEVERISH DREAMS OF HER GRACE,
DAY AND NIGHT SPELT NO DIFFERENCE,
NOR SLEEPING AND AWAKE, EYES OPEN AND CLOSE,
HER FACE IS ALL HE SEES.
IV
HARSH WINTER BLEW PAST BY EACH SEASON,
BRINGING WITH IT FLOWERY SPRING AND SUMMER DREAMS,
AND TWILIGHT ON AUTUMN NIGHT.
MANY BALLADS HE WROTE BUT THE SONGS NEVER SANG,
POEMS OF A POET LOST IN THE LONELY PAGES OF THE HEART.
ON SMALL CARAVANS NEW LANDS VENTURED; NEW LIFE LEAD,
PILGRIMS ON A JOURNEY NEVER ENDING,
SONGS OF SORROW AND SONGS OF JOY IN HAND,
INSTRUMENTS OF A BARD GONE MAD.
THE POET WHISPERED A SINGLE WORD,
EACH TIME HE SEES A STRANGER PASS,
IN HIS EYES HE SEES WITH HIS HEART,
ONLY THE FACE OF SUCH GRACE.
GREAT CASTLES LIE BROKEN AND DULL,
CHARRED ROCKS AND SANDY FLOORS,
CRACKED MARBLES AND BROKEN HARPS,
SHATTERED CHANDELIERS ON EMPTY HALLS.
THE WORLD IS NOW THE CASTLE,
THE VAST LAND; THE DANCING HALL,
LIFE NOW LEAD CAREFREE AND EASY
CHIRPING BIRDS ON DAWN OF SPRING.
IN THE MIDST OF THE SUN SHINED WORLD,
HIS HEART, HIS MIND, HIS SOUL ALL LONGED FOR HER,
SIGHT NOT SEEN BUT MEMORY NOT FORGOTTEN,
TALES OF LOVE ETERNAL AND PAIN PERPETUAL,
MOUNTAIN, SEAS AND LAND,
HEAVEN AND EARTH, AND NOWHERE BETWEEN,
WHITE WALLS AND BLACK WINDOWS.
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