Bienvenu to my Phantom-poetry section. I know it has been ages since planning this entire Labyrinthe de la Nuit, but I wanted to be sure that the poetry I put here was fit for eyes younger than 18. So I have bowed to the request of TPTB at Angelfire not to post things that are rated higher than "R". I, as the Mistress of my Labyrinth MUST keep the peace between the management and myself, mustn't I? *slight smile* Anyway, here we go!
*Warning!* These poems were written by me when I was a freshman in college, and thus have had no publishing outlet until now. Please excuse what I call "the high inaneness factor" in these poems.
"Sweetly"
Sweetly, in the night,
he comes and kisses me.
He says, "Sweet dreams, my love,"
and sings me a lullaby.
Softly, in my dreams,
he rows a boat to a
moonlit shore where I am
waiting for him.
I hear the gentle lapping
of the waves mixed with
his soft, hypnotic voice
that holds me forever captive.
A tall figure silhouetted
against the moonlight, in
his long, sensuous cloak
that flaps in the wind
He raises his voice in
song to the stars, the
sweetest sound to my ears,
traveling to the planets,
Mars and beyond.
He enfolds me in his cloak,
hugs me close and does not
let me go until the first rays
of dawn appear on the horizon.
Phantom Haikus
A sweet voice, a calm lake,
a loon's laughter.
Sweet voice turns to soft, sad sobs.
Soft sad sobs give
way to racking tears and cries.
A white mask is removed.
A lady's scream of terror;
she flees. A raven watches,
crying, too.
Another woman comes.
She loves the man, and
caresses him sweetly.
Soft words are spoken,
sobs are ceased. Lovebirds
sing together like nightingales.
"Sometime"
Sometime, I know
we shall meet.
I don't know how
but we shall meet.
Right now, if we did
meet, could you sweep
me off my feet? With
a song, with a sigh?
If yes, then melt me!
Melt me with your
silver voice, till
I am no longer standing
on my own two feet.
Melt me 'till you have to
tenderly pick me up off
the street...
Sometime, I know
we shall meet.
I don't know how,
but we shall meet!
"Battle and Heartache"
It's a constant
battle to control
this heartache!
Ev'ry breath you take
gives me a heartache.
Ev'ry note you sing
is a constant battle
for me to fight.
But somehow you
win ev'ry time!
Seducing me
into a web of
sheer delight.
You sing your songs,
and I take flight.
Thinkin' about you
makes my heart ache!
Summoning your voice
makes me wanna cry!
But I wouldn't
wish you, no I
couldn't wish you
were ordinary!
'Cause you're no
ordinary man!
I dream of you,
my heart sings of you,
'till it can sing
no more, 'cause it's
hurtin' so bad,
'causin' me pain...
It's a constant
battle to control
this heartache....
"Phantom-voice, Angel-voice"
Phantom-voice...
in the darkness
in the shadows
but I know it's you!
Angel-voice...
sil'vry and smooth
creamy as your wings
that hide 'neath your cloak.
You can protest all you like.
You can run, but you can't hide!
You claim you're no angel,
but I know better!
Mesmerizing voice,
you quiet me, you
calm me, you lull
me to sleep when
it's time to dream.
Phantom-voice...
in the shadows
of my mind and
my deepest thoughts.
You seduce me and
say you love me.
I love you, too,
but I can't say it!
I'm too danged shy!
I don't know why I
don't come out and say it.
But somehow I don't need to,
'Cause somehow you know
how I feel about you,
though you don't say it.
Phantom-voice,
Angel-voice...
Running through my head,
and running through my heart.
"Phantom Dream"*
Darkness all 'round me
heavy as a woolen cloak.
Emotion is thick here,
like winter and woodsmoke.
I hear heavy sobbing...
At my feet, stairs appear.
I cry out, "Who is here?
Who is here?"
I start down the stairs,
The sobbing is closer now.
I begin crying too, for now
I know who is down here.
A spotlight shines dimly on a
bent and sorrowed figure.
His shoulders are shaking.
"Go away," he whispers. "Leave me!"
"No," I reply. "Not until I
tell you this: I'm lonely like
you. I know what loneliness feels like."
I put my hands on his shoulders,
and he looks up at me, tears soaking his mask.
I take it off ever so slowly. He flinches, but I
persist, and my tears start anew as I repeat:
"Erik, I love you."
*Note: this poem was written after a Phantom-related dream I had my freshman year, and could apply to any female who feels deep affection for ANY guy who's been the object of scorn and derision.
Phantom-related Poetry by Other People
"Chasing the Starlight"---by Emma
It isn't easy to chase the starlight.
It flows through the open palms, and it's gone.
The only way you can keep it with you
Is to look up at the stars at night.
To fully enjoy the velvety skies,
You don't need a captive star in your hands.
If you hold a vibrant star in the fist,
It will fade and melt down like ice.
I see a star up there, perfect and calm.
Too young to seem indifferent and cold.
But it makes my soul twist in ache,
Pushing me back into the acid realm.
Yet I want it to favour no one but me.
I wouldn't share its brightness with others.
But each time my hand reaches out to grasp it,
I think that stars are born to be free.
To possess the elusive and awesome light
Is my scary and wildest dream.
I would easily trade the million suns
For having this single star brighten up my night.
I am human enough, and is it a sin
To yearn for caressing and comforting touch?
With its help, I could start life all over again-
But I know that the star would not shine
In my hell, and as always, darkness will win.
This next poem was written last year by Sergei Poskriakov, for me. He is the one who thought up the name "Mlle de la Nuit" for me, for lack of a better French translation of "NightPhan." I feel I have to post this poem because even though he and I are not in much contact(due to his growing level of time away from the 'Net), he is still my brother in spirit.
To Sergei: If you happen to surf onto my page and see this poem...well, I posted it to tell you that I love you, my brother! *HUGS*
"Mademoiselle de la Nuit"---by Sergei Poskriakov
The night was steadily unfolding
Its cold dark blanket, tightly holding
The stars, afraid, in its firm grip,
Not letting any of them slip.
Above, the moon was smiling wryly
As if to say she hears, but silent
Forever bound to remain;
Her good advice is always vain.
I felt you, phantom presence, falling
Into my arms; my heart was calling
"My angel, hear me! Can you tell,
Am I in heaven or in hell??"
I didn't guess, nor hear, the answer.
I witnessed you: grace of a dancer.
Engulfing beauty of the sea--
But when I looked I did not see
Your gray-blue eyes like rivers, asking,
Enchanting tears of happy gasping,
For just a moment, just a thought
While for a breath your body fought.
I knew it all, my angel; meeting
Your smile. I saw you, pretty sweeting;
Be fool the one who cannot trust
Such love beyond desire and lust.
Well, as far as I know, this is the end of the Phantom-poetry section. I still have not written any Phantom poetry in a long while...even now after Pepijn and I have broken up. Oh well.
Au revoir for now...and if you have Phantom or non-Phantom poetry that you want posted, do not hesitate to E-mail me!
