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At times, he would look at me with his chalcedony eyes, and the world would stop only to spin faster. And I would vanish, disappear, dissolve in this golden-blue haze, that would become greenish, yellow, silvery, sparkling like the finest champagne – but that reverie would end as it began, in throes of endless wonder…andContinue reading “***”

Streets of New Orleans

Down by the streetsOf New OrleansYou would meetA mysterious stranger. Down by the streetsOf New OrleansWould you stay,Would you run from danger?.. He would be  just the thingYou wanted to have,By the streetsOf New Orleans, But beware, for the thingYou wanted to haveCould kill youIn New Orleans. He would be a jewel,A goblet of wine,OrContinue reading “Streets of New Orleans”

Lestat ‘ s recitative / Confession

Do you even knowThat life flowsLike blood does –Freely, subtly, invisiblyPassing throughRealms and times? Do you even knowThat death comesAs storm does –Swiftly, unexpectedly, gracefully,Cutting throughHistory’s silks and stones? Do you even knowThat nothing holdsAs fast as death does-Clasping to the heart,Grasping by the throat,Kissing till the last breath? Do you even knowThat eternity dancesInContinue reading “Lestat ‘ s recitative / Confession”

November canticle

I will leave no trace,Like the autumn rainI will sweep you off,And pain will be over.Finally. I will be gentle –As gentle can be,As a melodyThat flies above the clouds ,Glorious. I will be kind,As the spring sunThat makes the flowersBloom in the snowLovingly. I will be enchantingAs the old fairy taleGold-dusted,Full of memoriesOf magic.Continue reading “November canticle”