Take My Hand

Take my hand,
the one soaked in flames
whose palm's absorbing portal
where winged lions and headless wizards peer.

Then we can walk down the silver shores
again, dancing around the point,
towards those seas that flow from your eyes.
I could relieve those written moments
always, again- finding chaos inside of every breath.

No, I can't recall all colors and names
that rotated through darkened dimensions,
but that's irrelevant before the fragility of our figures
while the lines of cosmos rupture with demonic obduracy
announcing entwining of nothingness and the greatest efforts.

I'll repeat to silent colossuses
(who flout somewhere, invisible to the eye)
that I understand construction of red canals,
so, take my hand,
not with your palm that holds the window
to awakened stars and prudent dragons
take it with your soul,
where the fire- I suppose- begun.

Take my hand
-- while the obscurity swallows worlds--
take my hand
-- show all asleep illusions--
take my hand
-- while bloody eyes represent sanctuary--
take my hand
-- bewitch white walls--
take my hand...