227a-CAT FOOD – Mi M
Lady Supermarket with an apple in her basket
227b-IN THE COURT OF THE CRIMSON KING – Mi m
The rusted chains of prison moons
Are shattered by the sun.
I walk a road, horizons change
The tournament's begun.
The purple piper plays his tune,
The choir softly sing;
Three lullabies in an ancient tongue,
For the court of the crimson king.
The keeper of the city keys
Put shutters on the dreams.
I wait outside the pilgrim's door
With insufficient schemes.
The black queen chants The funeral march,
The cracked brass bells will ring;
To summon back the fire witch
To the court of the crimson king.
The gardener plants an evergreen
Whilst trampling on a flower.
I chase the wind of a prism ship
To taste the sweet and sour.
The pattern juggler lifts his hand;
The orchestra begin.
As slowly turns the grinding wheel
In the court of the crimson king.
On soft gray mornings widows cry
The wise men share a joke;
I run to grasp divining signs
To satisfy the hoax.
228a-EPITAPH – Mi m
The wall on
which the prophets wrote
Is cracking at the seams.
Upon the instruments of death
The sunlight brightly gleams.
When every man
is torn apart
With nightmares and with dreams,
Will no one lay the laurel wreath
As silence drowns the screams.
Between the iron gates of fate,
The seeds of time were sown,
And watered by the deeds of those
Who know and who are known;
228b-I TALK TO THE WIND – Mi M
Said the straight man to the late man
229a-MOONCHILD – La m
Call her moonchild
Dancing in the shallows of a river
Dreaming in the shadowof the willow.
Talking to the trees
of the Cobweb strange
Sleeping on the steps
of a fountain
Waving silver wands
to the Night-birds song
Waiting for the sun