Dappled and worn through the excesses of time,
modest moonlight filters in
through the gauze of the dancing curtain
And among the illuminated lights in the water
she feels the darkness snake
across the satin sheets while she dreams of dominion.
There is, in her dominion,
endless, boundless time.
The rivers flood with blood, and the hissing, snake-
like, lovely voice of Lucifer beckons her in,
past the gates, over stilled fertile plains and churning water.
She dreams in the ancient seraglio, while draped in a red curtain.
She wakes up, and opens the curtain
Golden light is fragmented only by the willows that shiver in her dominion
She is thirsty, so she pours wine but only water
reaches her lips, as punishment for how she spent her time.
Piles of pears and figs meet ivory cream in
a porcelain bowl shaped like a snake.
Dew glistens on the snake,
illuminated by the timeless sun that shines through the ethereal curtain
It leaves the morning awash in
light. Yet the sun’s cycles do not matter in her dominion
Through night, through morning, and through the afternoon, time
is endless, like the reflections of horizons in water.
In the isolation of the sky, in the oblivion of the water,
It undulates, supple and turbulent, the snake.
The scales are supple and silken, peeking out from between the wings of time.
The forest, deep and dark, drape over her land like a curtain
Broken only by the fertile hills of the dominion
she sinks downward to darkness in
an afternoon, as she hears the chant of paradise in
the heavenly fellowship between sky and water
But she cannot leave her dominion
As the venom of the snake
is final, like the curtain
at the play’s end. The show goes on for all time.
It is beautiful, her dominion. She wants for naught in
the endless time. The water
welcomes her and the snake drapes over her. Curtain