I pour a cup of my desires out onto the stretch less sea
Watching ponderously as it forms nothing
I stalk the bawdy pleasurehouses
Hearing many snickered whispers
Though I am cloaked in blackness
I speak a word that is but an concept
With inky veils running into nowhere
I am seen upon the parapet
Entertaining the phantasms of passerby
Let us be enigmatic
Let us drape our sorrows on a Samhain maypole
Awaiting the arrival of fire
Let us be marauded on the Isles of the Lost
Where no man has ventured and returned
Let us eek out meaning in stories come and gone
Let us be the inhabitant of the deserted room,
neither jester saint of buffoon
Let us be that voice that moves in hushed and whispered tones
Let us be the flickering light upon the mountain top
What freedom lay in being that which is between
What rapture lay in world on its head
To be a melody thats born of madness'
To be sensed and go unseen
Come with me and be invisible
Oh be the enigmatic
For nothing is as it seems
Be that movement undefined
Given sustenance by dreams
So let us dance about Gods punchbowl
flames flickering what may
Be the enigmatic with me child
-drink the wine of day.