Burning Beacon - Mr. J. Medeiros

I had a dream, which hit like a beam through the seams

Slits and in-betweens of the beams I used to intervene the gleam with

My whole scene lit quick as it was seen through the thick

Gloom molasses my room was like my past was

A black cast full of cats with black masks

Ask love my sun was pathless my night was moonless

Thinking about how bright the room was when the light consumed us

Me and my every splinter heavy winter and then she entered

Turning seasons a burning beacon she had me centered on her axis

Thought there was no access

Urn’s full of the ashes from every past actress

Crash from the very flash that ashed them

Blasting through my window pain Black Widows through the flame

Turned brittle burned kindle no riddle to her name

She was love invincible simple and plain

Holding her gaze set my home a blaze admiring her shoulder blades

Her wings of fire how they fly her through out this snowy brain

This cold stone I used to ice old memories

Like coal for energy burns into the unknown tenderly

Only the skeletons remain

Turning gelatin in the flame from when I tell them her name

Found the felon in a gentleman’s frame she put a torch to it

Rebuilt what mattered and then added a porch to it

For star gazing with a heart brazen

Forces of art facing art through a forest of dark mayhem

She is my sun she is my moon

She is my every cliché inspired before his bloom

Sits a writer in his room sipping fire with a spoon

Too soon yet newly crowned no room for cooling down

Felt the pressure of Jester no fooling ‘round

She is my love unmeasured she knew me now