In the realm of an aura surreal.

The luminary clock

against the sky

melts  Salvador Dali

under the milky way

one sees thoughts

commute on mind's caravan.

A blue lagoon

in night's sky

minds clouded

see dreams twinkle

in the nightly ritual

marooned in a nightmare

she passed away

yet comes again.

The midnight drive

a ghost passing

etheric echoes of silence beckoning

twisting satin sheets

of love in decay.

I hear the candle

in the dark shriek

strange pleasures ring

an eerie fascination 

her body naked

I write in blood

on the tick of a tock

as her legs wrap around me.