Phantasmagoria read by Danielle

"Phantasmagoria" by Dave Hart You gaze silently and stare squinting through your stained glass panes. Now pulling aside sapphire drapes of flowing somber samite Replete with glowing organdy You gaze out. Lo, a lazy mesmerized quixotic moon-- blithely blows kisses, wryly winks and coyly smiles. Yea, a light seesaw of a day of ecstasy and spritely delight-- now wanes to a quiet evening tune. II Transfixed you muse --attent through moist window panes. And now enter the past pains through a flowing Rorschach panorama of fluid specters-- a pentimento painting of myriad serpentine days metamorphosing into mellifluous mellowing nights. Now mirthful, this moon merrily mills reticent clouds in a star clustered plight. The meeting with Morpheus... --wondering of his mood-- cheery and cherry, one hopes. III In the soft security of your pliant bed-- a weary cheek cradled in thoughts of this day now blithely tread-- a voice and vision from the past-- "night