Under the breath of chilly, frosted nights,
Eyes used to the sable shadows of the self,
The harsh winds scratched the ears heavily;
Of astray Cimmerian wondering mindfully,
Searching for The Veiled Statue hopelessly.
The seed, guided through the wild tempest,
Enrooted itself deep and has grown vibrant,
Inhibiting its boundless horizons muddled.
Unaware, but laden with decisive thoughts;
Like a dung beetle following the Milky Way.
With every passing, footsteps were left;
With every step, remnants were gained.
Arrived betwixt the deep spreading veins
To slyly lurking raven-black onyx edifice,
With obsidian shelves of all eyeless faces.
Witnessed tribulation through all the eyes,
Heard breaking screams through the ears,
Smelled burning flesh through the nose;
Of woeful faces in the sorcerer’s labyrinth,
Reverting me to Uruk; just like Gilgamesh.
Wondering in the cold, unforgiving winter,
I came across a mysteriously cloaked door,
Similar to which I have never seen before.
Unfolding the door with some hesitation;
Utmost unreal treasure started to appear.
Darted in a magnificently majestic peacock
Of coral reef vibrant and delightful plumage,
Enchanting melody emanating through her.
Radiating blazing daystar’s light from within,
And everywhere else around her presence.
Her luminous light shattered through obsidian;
Melody filled the deep forest full of wonders;
Soft touch penetrated through dark shadows.
In her eyes, I was hopelessly lost and found;
In her warmth, icy domain became waterfall.
The inhabitable forest took a fresh breath,
Adorned in a novel and unfamiliar guise,
Embracing the possibility of a new reality.
Started exhibiting nectarous hints of elation,
Like a bumblebee discovering honeysuckle.
Tell me, what is the purpose of a shadow,
Without the light source that enables it?
What is the purpose of the ethereal forest,
Without the dazzling peacock vivifying it?
So, may it be asked, if the peacock will do
the honor of joining and staying forever.
DAMIEN VOYVODA.
Ocellus
By Damien Voyvoda
December 5, 2023
Copyright © 2023 by Damien Voyvoda
All rights reserved. This book may not be reproduced in any form, in whole or in part, without written permission from the author.
Under the breath of chilly, frosted nights,
Eyes used to the sable shadows of the self,
The harsh winds scratched the ears heavily;
Of astray Cimmerian wondering mindfully,
Searching for The Veiled Statue hopelessly.
The seed, guided through the wild tempest,
Enrooted itself deep and has grown vibrant,
Inhibiting its boundless horizons muddled.
Unaware, but laden with decisive thoughts;
Like a dung beetle following the Milky Way.
With every passing, footsteps were left;
With every step, remnants were gained.
Arrived betwixt the deep spreading veins
To slyly lurking raven-black onyx edifice,
With obsidian shelves of all eyeless faces.
Witnessed tribulation through all the eyes,
Heard breaking screams through the ears,
Smelled burning flesh through the nose;
Of woeful faces in the sorcerer’s labyrinth,
Reverting me to Uruk; just like Gilgamesh.
Wondering in the cold, unforgiving winter,
I came across a mysteriously cloaked door,
Similar to which I have never seen before.
Unfolding the door with some hesitation;
Utmost unreal treasure started to appear.
Darted in a magnificently majestic peacock
Of coral reef vibrant and delightful plumage,
Enchanting melody emanating through her.
Radiating blazing daystar’s light from within,
And everywhere else around her presence.
Her luminous light shattered through obsidian;
Melody filled the deep forest full of wonders;
Soft touch penetrated through dark shadows.
In her eyes, I was hopelessly lost and found;
In her warmth, icy domain became waterfall.
The inhabitable forest took a fresh breath,
Adorned in a novel and unfamiliar guise,
Embracing the possibility of a new reality.
Started exhibiting nectarous hints of elation,
Like a bumblebee discovering honeysuckle.
Tell me, what is the purpose of a shadow,
Without the light source that enables it?
What is the purpose of the ethereal forest,
Without the dazzling peacock vivifying it?
So, may it be asked, if the peacock will do
the honor of joining and staying forever.
DAMIEN VOYVODA.
Ocellus
By Damien Voyvoda
December 5, 2023
Copyright © 2023 by Damien Voyvoda
All rights reserved. This book may not be reproduced in any form, in whole or in part, without written permission from the author.