Cinema Of Sky

One day at the antiquarian's
I bought a fine mirror
I set it up at home draped in an iridescent violet every time I looked at it I saw the distant past revisited a ghost of elicit splendour inside the mirror a sky was developing in just a corner of tapered grey underlining I thought I saw your monochromatic face you pulled me through into a loud crowd scene of ultraviolet light I enjoyed your company paused still in your everlasting maleficent gaze clouds of the drama imminent were forming

the next day, the mirror said,
'Enter the cinema of sky at your peril' the temptation was too great I stepped through under the canopy of irrevocable violet speaking with the sinistral celestial you reappeared unharmed by the interference of the prismatic interlude never tampered by its unearthly venomous light

'Meet at me at the cinema of sky' you said so I took the tickets the midnight cinema luck, tickets and you a musical of mad dimensions

kicking up our heels with a sun-like style

we danced until the mirror absorbed my conscience back again inside the violet decked room where it all began my dalliance with the moonlight crime

until the ghost became real and sublime
no more the midnight cinema
the molecular musical and you

one evening I returned to the violet parade I caught a glimpse of you, there beside the unearthly mirror outside of it now you asked me to join you but I did not want a share in your malevolent musicianship

Before you left you uttered the words 'cinema of sky' then your image faded the reflection of reality remaining I closed my eyes and wished for the universe 'the choice is yours' Neptune said he pulled me onto the dance floor after he swept me through reminiscence I found you, again, in a density of stars.
permanent in an approximate galaxy
our souls closely interweaving
the path with Andromeda
his theatricality unseemly

aureolian dnacer