The Other Side

Insomniac imagary

The Other Side

When moonlight bleeds mercurial
You’re on the other side
Mascara burns quicksilver
Liquid metal tears slide
In darkness shadows temper
A tempest slowly forged
It climbs the gauge’s measure
On cold fire shadows gorge
Till there’s nothing to remember
A night bereft of stars
Consumed, absorbed by canvas
With such cold light fading fast
Condensing on the other side
Like dew drops in the morn
Dripping down quicksilver
Pooling rainbow slicks at dawn
Where sunlight bleeds majestic
And the colours drift and glide
Through a glass viewed darkly
… on the other side