Down On Waves And Flames

Down on Waves and Flames
by Thomas Freedom

The yellow tint and rainbow glitter, and rays of light through leaves a flitter,
My soul leapt nearly out of my chest, as I glimpsed the end of mortal breath,
Could not I view the occasions between, where epic deeds meet dauntless dreams?
And whither hence... if anything?

Down on waves and flames to multitudes, with little feet and smiling views,
Gold and mold and growing too, the coalescing melancholy excite anew,
A visit by the fairy on the fringe, as a cool breeze I pass within,
Before the next is last begins.

But one tear wept as a flicker scene, the secret love of a forgotten dream,
Milky white and spotted cheeks, streaked with stripes and amber beams,
Surprised to see the demon in discreet, hiding amongst the scattered seats,
So full and sweet and utterly wasting,

Down the path and through the field, the final walk beyond the weald,
Some unperceived or to the halls, or perhaps peerless darkness falls,
With eagerness or anticipation, contrasts with views of dissipation,
Not at all like other interpretations.