Dreams of Elysium


"In your light I learn how to love.
In your beauty, how to make poems.
You dance inside my chest,
where no one sees you."

If the world was exactly
the same except that
we loved,
how would I see this
Medieval night?

Would the jasmine
moon float
or softer in
its lacquer bowl?

Would the stars
that nail this tiny
fossil to infinity
vanish and
greater joy

or fade to black
against the
backdrop of
your touch?

I'll never know that
world where you
made my life
a miracle.

So much beauty locked
in a chest of
secrets and
canvases untouched.

So I'll gather the stars
that I know
and honor the
crescent goddess
that fell from

with you in that life

and the dream
of you here.

© Patricia Joan Jones

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Starward's picture

Fantastic!  Beautiful love

Fantastic!  Beautiful love poem.  Your lines remind me of Ezra Pound's assertion that poetry must be written according to the flow of musical phrases, rather than according to the tick-tock of a metronome.  You fulfill his theory very well.


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patriciajj's picture

A thousand thank you's for

A thousand thank you's for your thoughtful observations, and for appreciating my "soundwork". I'm so encouraged by your reply.