The Demon Believes

The demon believes that beneath my joy there burns a secret desire for the soul so long deceased and in the stillness he strives to persuade The demon believes me to drink of the truth that is his blood shed for me that I might know the depth of his compassion but I do not mourn the passing of myself as he conceives indeed I recall its weight having lost the power to elevate the flesh and my sudden determination inspired by the stream’s call to lightness to cast it into the water now I sense it on occasion through an image as the breeze touches the river’s surface and the colors gently fracture or the sunlight suggests the curve of a fish smooth illuminated shimmering for an instant in motion as it turns to seek the shadows and a subtle warmth takes possession of my emptiness and I am glad