Dreamer’s Lands Poem by Rita Pal

Waiting near iced dusted oceans,
Lying beggar for the frozen rains
Drifting aberrant satellites sky fly
To eclipse spells of his shadows
The shadows that gently kiss
The frosted red lips
Left dead in frozen winter.
Crystal tears cross the kiss of dreams,
In rhapsodies of splashed fire,
Sprinkled in a fraction of passion,
Fluted in rose petal sugar drops,
Of days of sweetened summers,
When the rose garden blossomed
Before winter killed a soul.
Glimpses of the secret love
Beckoned bewitched betrothed
Mirrored misted in rear windows,
Mixed twilight haunted reflections
Of the magical mythical sea-goat
Spins Capricorn’s sparkling dust
To the waterfall of crystal tear drops.
He waits for princesses in dust dunes
Dressed in silks perfumed perfection
Evening blue tresses that fire his light,
Unnoticed is the fallen broken heart
Dying patiently until the end of time
For a glimpse or comet of affection
In her winter’s dreams of glaciers