Phantasmagoria

God, don't take from me
the little apple moon
I keep in secret,
the light I found
at the end of the tunnel
coalescing in my eye,
an obsidian stone!
I only have the mystery
and my love of dark horizons.
I only have the midnight oil,
my monk's cell sadness,
my questionable heart.
Give me a boy beautiful
as thunder. Give me a goddess
with her wand of ice.
I kiss the double helix
of my own shadow. I wander
the corridor of cloudy doors.
In this funhouse, I have burnt
my body for illumination.
I have given all my stars for light.
The radiance left to us blows on forever.
There are more mirrors than we know.