Apophenia

Solitude kept satin sheets
Caged eyes of a scarlet dream
Revelations woke upon a bishop's blade
I rose by fears from which I hung on a lover's cross
They sang in the moon dance upon the evergreen
Brushed courts with a conceived thought
A deep river to cross
Reflections of a soft moonlit isle
A garden found within and behind
Our closed eyes caught each other for aversion's shadow
A first breath's arabesque had turned towards the crimson sea
No man holds the city keys when reflections return
A soft prism, a painted glance upon the prophet's applause
As truth reforms the tide, not unseen from the words
Beneath the cloak of a visage waits a dark majesty
My unconscious named the tongue of the lights of closed eyes
Harnessed to her sympathy under mournful moons
A grey heart's temper fits between forgotten thoughts
Holding faster to the wing, not succumbing to rye