From "Blood Poems for the Death Penguin" by Zeylan

Would that a man be less of         
the stars, than light          

Would that a man be less of the stars, than light
For mine eyes are not blind to the beauty
    of darkness.
Darkness, sickly sweet
    With skin like the sea
    and Eyes like yellow wine; would that I dance
of your touch
Blank stare into internal skies
Skies of hope and prosperity,
that they should clash in a glitter of despair
And to be lost? With smoke and dreams,
so do I vanish.

[IMAGE: Penguin] Previous Poem | Contents | Next Poem

Dragon's Breath Magazine Copyright © 1991,1997 Swagazine, All rights reserved.