Soma

 I am drunk on the wine

That drips from the trees

That pours from the moon

That swirls in the seas.

When I drink this wine 

I know that you are.

So what do I care

For battles waged afar?

The Cloud

A cloud keeps me from seeing you.
This infernal cloud
Of smoke and dust, of death and fear.
I wave my hands to bat it away
But I do not try hard enough.
I hold something back.

Something holds me back
From that inevitable moment
When I will see you
And the sight will burn
And destroy my mortal eyes,
Burn them right out of my skull.
So that you will be the last thing,
The very last thing that I will see.
That is what I want, is it not?

But I hold something back.
Perhaps I want to run away
And turn my back on you
And hold on to the little balls
Of delicate flesh in my skull.
That I may behold the trinkets
And long forever for your fire
And the deep blindness it will bring.

But you will not let me go.
You lure and pull me through.
The rattle of the damru,
The scent of ash,
And the crescent moon in the sky
Drag me inexorably
Through this infernal cloud.

 

Listening

The sky fell silent,
The earth stood still
Waiting eagerly
For you to speak.

The stars shone brighter,
The birds rejoiced
Hearing the silence
That fell from your lips.

Ashes

I smashed the mirrors in my home
For they showed me not your face.
I razed my home to the ground
For it did not look like yours.
I burnt myself to ashes
For I did not feel like you.

A pile of ashes, now waiting
To be scattered by your breath.