Painted in Rivers from the Deep Elysium
Secrets of the Tides
Bending the benevolence
Into a lucid sky of white,
An indulgence of an
Evocatively colourful odyssey.
My dearest mother
Of the muse,
A whispering sea
Of beckoning delicacy.
Divulging enriching
Secrets of the tides.
Majestic sands of salty
Caramel delight,
Unravelling the enigmatic
Solitude of time.
Grains of meandering
Contemplation;
Emancipating the mind
From the burden
Of the distortive rhythm,
And into the truest dream
Of night,
Where the spirit chimes solely
In awakened starlight.
Breath of Inevitability
The pulsating, pearl moon
Harbours the last
Remnants of romance,
Scintillating,
In the valourous sky,
As I ceremoniously
Call upon the gods
To bring her back to me.
I longingly strip,
Craving the vivacity
Of her caress.
Irresistible,
I would yield
To the perpetual Power
Of her touch.
Immersed in the
Shadowy depths,
Rippling serenities
Of thought.
I glimpse at her
Reflective soul,
Shimmering upon
The ravenous river,
Emanating from the stars
In all their graceful radiance.
Her heart illuminates
The benevolent evening.
The breath of inevitability
Stings my skin,
As I dress, Firing my arrows
Of impatience
Disconsolately,
Into the shivering azure,
Hoping for a way
To penetrate her very being.
Wistful in the Wilderness
Into the wonderment
Of your autumnal mind.
Where the skin of your grief
Sheds its leaves.
Is the song of your sea
bound into colourful light?
The Shepherd breaches
The flock of your dreams,
And the pastures breathe
A sigh of relief,
As your tears of morning dew
Glisten the parched landscape.
Does your bouquet of pubis
Lay wistfully in the wilderness?
The skies of blue that reside
In your eyes Serenades
The coming of the tide,
Harvesting the fruit
Of our labour of love.
Is this a wind of smile
That turns into
A voyage of valiancy?
A flock of thoughts
Liberated with a cry
Of exclamation
As your fears of autumn blue
Are exiled into
The rapacious wind.
© Marco Paolo Buschini 18/4/2026