Caught By Filaments Of Fire And Worlds Of Desire Poem by Andy Brookes

Words caught in my eyes, snag in branches of brain hanks
and cables of consciousness.
sometimes introspection ora personifications,
like the sea, wide as a hands span, such a small place to captureworlds watery or the starry firmaments

we are the dreams of giants and when they wake we die as dreams die in mornings solar heat.
sometimes colours are in the wind or the air, trees speak of summer glory as they drop autumn leaves standing seeming silent and naked until Spring butthere in the roots the ichorof rampant thought reverberates singing toearthworms who carry messages from oak to ash to beech

the fire within me is not raging as it used to, the Muse she laughs
a little less but more hearty, still the struggle is hardperception is not what you seebut how you seeit is but a brumousmisty citrine, eyes are a doorway to heaven or hell the poet sees a better heaven and a worse hell imagination is a dangerous things as are thoughts.

beauty comes in many forms and forming become transient
an ugly form may possess a beautiful soul buta beauty a soul black and cancerous looking, their fairness only skin deep

look me in the eyes and see the worlds caught there if you dare.