Astral Murmurs

Image coffers cultivated in the night,
chambers in the mind creating veils and sleeves,
chasms opened to hold the ticks of time,
blurred, intense, subtly seductive,
resonating with light vibrating such inexorable power,
forming a repository for the haunting caricatures translations
summoned by astral passages.

Sojourns of slumber that leave a mark on the day,
preserved in its mystical vagueness,
metaphors mentally massaged,
stirred and sired, precariously crafted.
inspiring cymbals and bells in the nerves,
resounded in mesmerizing effulgence of awareness
as the stunning sensory auras
outlining an edifice or locale,
reverberating stunning quivers
ensnaring the brain with twirling sensations,
convinced this place has a presence
felt as intimate, so incredible surreal,
long ago, in a distant heart beat
wearing another fleshly shell.

Passages into strange corners
overly familiar
assured they were some type of experiential lover
upon a plain traveled
in another era of lucidity.

It is the canvas of sub conscious
painted in cerebral projections,
caresses bypassing the present,
when voyaging without body,
being the companions of induced intuitive quests,
appeasing longings that inspire,
how swiftly they become reality
awaken by one step inside their essence
recalled as murmurs from the realm
once visited in a dream.