tonight the fog
with nothing to do
above the ceilings of rational creation
sinks,
a submarine escaping
deepens from blue to black,
another sea bottom rock
breathing as waters sway.
 
swirling white
as frost appears on windows,
crystals or stars of winter nights
yet softer, her wedding gown
or specks of lint clinging
to the closeted top hat and tails,
the day of contrasts long since blurred
signs of a contract at last fulfilled.
 
a silken scarf
loosely tied round the neck of night,
tears behind a veil.
A fantasia,
the eyes of a boy
closing to finish Merlin’s tale,
            echoing moon
            a jealous night
            bade Aquarius, naïve in trust,
            carry the oceans, lances and swords,
            squire on a quest
            to rid the skies of a fiery maiden.

and the eyes of the wizard himself
idly open, purblind
while innocents are left to dream.
 
tonight the fog
with tragic sense
obscures all visions,
crude infinitesimal mirrors
distort the portrait of self.
the sorcery renounced
one final image
conjured by mortal grief,
a reflection surrounding
a man in the center
who turns
but cannot look away.