Stephanie Reads Phantasmagoria

"Phantasmagoria" by Dave Hart I 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 pas