An empty bistro by first glow,
Makes whispers and soft organs mate.
Smooth leather mats that fairies know,
Show lackeys rumbling with their plates
Between the cabinets. Like shade
I wander through the smoky webs.
Soon golden day will launch its raid
On window panes as dreamtime ebbs,
And cut off cinder in its fist,
Aflame in mirrors, diamond-bright...
Gas lanterns fill with fiery mist
And pierce each window with warm light.
Above the city and the streets,
Black cinder clouds from earth-mounts rise.
Beyond our ken, our senses meet
Unanswered arias' demise.
I lived and died in yearning pure,
My tears unseen upon my face.
The ceiling waxed in light demure
As garlands of ethereal lace
Stretched past our eyes. And for a time
All seemed burned hot by tawny light.
By mirror's glare my double rhymed;
My silhouette with endless night.
He nears, and nods to me alone;
In torture I cannot escape;
Then breaches depths of mirrored gloam
His hands aflail at life's mad cape.