Poetry by Dane Osborne

REFLECTION THROUGH DIAMOND EYES

What reflects through the glazed mirror of diamond eyes

shows me all too well an ever still euphoria

consuming your mad spinning paradise of blue flowers

that coordinates beyond the influence of stars.

I will never bother you here in this galaxy

or take you near the path of dancing wolves.

Your voice is honest nectar that does vanquish

the confusing spell of late hour ego prison.

For you and for the miracle of your comfort,

I burn the veil that covers up my face away from

leaden eyes of sad crowds who lose all blessing of skylight.

Embrace me without the absurdity of your caution

and I’ll teach you the colors inside your mind

and you’ll see them shine all throughout the night.


BENEATH A WHITE SUN

After the big bomb,

we are born again children who sing delicate amid the ruins.

We absorb telepathic vibrations from the Love God

who spoke to us gentle in the ghost playground

and by that we feel

and we do see

how daylight shows it’s truth through the veils of mystery.

I have your hand and you know my heart.

We’ll play more tricks beneath a white sun.


HERE RIGHT NOW

Here Right Now:

A mad miracle of blue love become the illusion of sky

and our eyes all clamped shut never see it.

Pity us not, O! numbed Daughter of charity,

for our clean tears run down

and rinse the emerald valleys.

When I behold,

all the neon electricity pouring

out your mind whilst you sleep,

your Sunday Midnight sadness becomes mine:

Here Right Now.

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