Musing in the mire

And again here I muse in the mire
Chasing the western dream of desire
In the unbearable season of azure
Lies the European candles of pleasure.

How foolish of me to wander endless
Through dark channels boundless by death
In hopeless nights for those yet to dream
Of roman candles waiting to scream.

Wandering, wandering, so limitless for all
In the darkest hour of a liquid funeral
Comes our undying sun shifting a new shadow
Upon all birth conquering death I follow.

The most prolific age of time is yet to become
In the nearest dream all flowers shall bloom
And the desire for more will conspire
At the mouth of breast I shall devour.

And again here in the loose orbit of once upon a time
I follow the winds of chimes in the western dream
And I find myself in the eternal season of winter
With shivering candles musing in the mire……