After the seventh night of virtually no sleep and constant pain, the Oracle knows how I feel.
Here the air is perfumed by concrete,
life-fire, desire long gone.
I remember wild red skies
velvet stars broken in the ocean.
No more breath, my voice fails.
Out, brief candles;
when we wake, you will be
a brilliant blue cloud, colour of peace,
(look, joy is kissed on your lips)
fish-dancing, flying into eternity with me.
This is our time,
the night does not need morning.
Beneath the never sky
the sea sings so sweetly,
a blue water symphony to love perhaps
These days, the ache and the wanting
are fierce as moonlight and wind-whispers,
not driven away with the sun.
Yet we still trudge together, you and I,
no milk and honey for us,
into the shadow of the roses,
their petals crushed by the rain.