Psychomantium of the mind; To see, to write.

<body> Psychomantium of the mind; To see, to write.

Beyond the mirror, beyond Oceanus

lies the ever elusive yet inevitable realm of Elysium. Attainable before the passing, yet only via the reflections of our inner thoughts. For only within can we find true redemption or true death. In the twilight hours before our time, we would thus pen and construct, a psychomantium of regret and forlorn hope, the leavings of many a consciousness.

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Tuesday, April 24, 2007

A Memory

An azure vista, reflection of sky
Of sublime peaks, and moving
A creature of grace, snow itself living
Glancing with her delicate figure
The wintry air, it parts ever so slightly

The dazzling sheen, the artic chill
Muted, constrained, filtered,
But the lady steps through, permeates thus
Holds thy hand, and wanders
An assembly of wonders, a winter morning

'Tis a window,
That hath been engaged before, not
By mortal orbs, to perceive
The beauty, concealed within,
Or obscured, from previous sight?

By what virtue,
Was my heart, judged
To be deemed, fit
For such cardinal grace?

What choice, else had the sun,
To luminate--thee?

What choice, else had my heart,
To be illuminate--by thine?

victor-y
woot. Non-gloomy poems galore!
-Schmier

beauty is as beauty does; we write what we think