Scriabin's Ghost

Blue light in a dark room
memories of an alter-world
visions of a mad prophet
now waking
now sinking
through dimensions of being
coalescing and dissipating
logic of sun and moon
pagan lust and dance
now chill and remote
he was gone even before
he left this place. gone
lost in astral realms
courting elemental spirits
and they took him
and we stand uncomprehending
listening to the notes
echoes of the departed
paintings of the light
blue light
blinding white light
faint, shimmering phantom-light
how it chimes and sparkles in the void.

George Chadderdon © 1997