Helyn Dunn
screenwriter, poet, author
electronica
always in my head
some strange synapse pulsating within
like a signature rhythm
moving with my very existence
with just enough dissonance
to feed my tempestuous heart
always colliding with my well-behaved mind
circular beats
coming round again
flowing into one another
pulsar song
just where I belong
somewhere is everywhere
and right here
is now
as I blend into the universe
still searching
for some ecstasy I once knew
some easy song like you
Chateau de BeaulieuYou call my love a mere pastel
Saying yours is rainbow bright
And so, with blackened words, pell-mell
Your injured heart takes flight.Stepping on the flowers
Of our young and fragile love
You stumble through the garden of my heart.
Blind to the pale blue sky above
And the velvet dream of an orchid
Sightless to pink clouds in my tears
Reflecting a prism so torrid.Ignorant, you see,
To the subtlety of me.
WillowI was lost in a forest of stars
In a distant galaxy
Surrounded by an abyss
In some strange black hole in timeWhere seconds danced into eternity
Where I could see the past
And all that was to come
This must be called a thought, I thought
How new, how strange, enchantingJust then I saw, I felt, I knew
A beingness ever-granting
Aglow with understanding.You led the way
To some new world
Where I could step onto a Bridge
To reach some freedom at its end.Looking back, I think I thought
This must be called a friend.
