Nonplus Dreams

Nonplus dreams: a fantast unraveled, longing the silent night.
Mercy, come sweet, phantom of my visions.  And marble, the
Language of love, a fervent voltage. My love, a vivid mirage,
A sacred essence. But terror is nigh, a flaming sore. Thus I
Amble the skies, courting illusion. And my love, a falling image,
A gallery of cries. Wail silence, my dying rose. Resurrect at
The ache of light. For this padlock, a brick wall, a bless-ed
Miracle. Thus an oblique texture, a flaring mystery. But I dare
Challenge fate, if only to capture dreams. And I dare approach
Rapture, the nectar of splendor. Forsooth my pictureless love, a
Teapot is boiling. Wherefore the veil, torn asunder! It’s the
Fortune of paradox, scraping the soul. But life is a riddle,
Where we pine, aloft a dream. Thus our deepest chamber, a
Flood of visions. But love is a distant cave.