Haitus

Where have you gone, sweet Voice, oh, absent Angel?
My ears cannot be comforted by throttled moans of guttural throats -
I am yearning for the oil of tender tongues; throbbing doves
vibrating in vivid dreams.

What happened to anticipation's thrilled Maiden leaning against twilight's
bow-window, awaiting the arrival of you, oh paladin Prince?
Where is passion's tantalizing canter leading to intoxication's chamber of flamed walls?
Ecstasy has turned into scary nightmares - chilling sarabande of mourning.

There is such a brutal hush hanging in the air: a curtain, shaded -
tainted by terror. This noir of nothingness replaced crimson roses
strewn by you, my compassionate Knight of cosmic sight:
Lady Calla is crying within a dying stream ...

Where are you, soothing hands of Love?
Who will pull away these wounds of sound whirling into cutting spirals?
Spirals drawn deeply upon soul's purple sheets; sobs thudding
down upon the past, wetting memory's roots ... sprouting buried sorrows.

How did you become so listless, so hopeless, Happiness?
Interwoven in this haitus of blindness; becoming pallid
in transparency - bristle flower within apathy's wired vase
invalidated by agony and loss ...

I will cut you free, bloom of desolation!
I will upturn your ashen face to the warmth of sun.
Gyrating within the wheeled wholeness of faith, we will touch, Beloved -
baptized with the invincible blood of liberated souls:

Freedom's stars.


myra
29.07.2003