Caprices Et Fantaisies

They come to me
uninvited, relentless in pursuit
A scar on my face,
a bruised eye
Sparkling silhouettes of mystery
They follow the sinking boat
A widow's longing
a summer sweat, they drown the pyre
I meet the ghosts of consciousness
They are fading every dying second
Living on the land,walking in the sand
as their memory evaporates
I fill them with whims and make them mine
HAHAHAHA!! I'm the master of puppets
I fetch them from oceans
I kill them for pleasure
I kiss the beautiful ones
See, now they are placid
Easily mine, they take vapid forms
What do I seek now?
Oh no, not that one, not mine. Please.
They keep arriving, buckets and ships

sinful revelry we conduct

a carnival of frivolous banter

Oh now they fear the master

Your heart is dark, they complain

I wish they were friends

Alas, they leave me.