Avantgarden -

Somewhere between the spaces,

Beyond the mirrored gates.

Neither am I awake,

Nor in a dreaming state.

Beauty and fear, linger here and there,

A fragrant mist hanging in the air.

A haunted place, tales of nevermore,

The Avantgarden beyond the door.

Suspended in a vast and

Eternal moonlight night.

A whirlwind of fury,

Lightning up my skies.

Inside this solemn space,

I’m carving our a place.

For dream to dance and sing,

A place for everything that doesn’t fit,

Or fold or bend into a mold.

A place where all desire can keep it’s fire.

A glory to behold,

Too precious to be sold and

Fortune favors the bold.

So here I tend my garden of delights,

And watch my visions taking flight.

For these I’ll fight,

Day and night,

To share my light.