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Without You
At night
in that in-between
chamber
where sleep meets wakefulness
I listen to the Ancients whisper:
Sun
and Moon
have always been Lovers
And as the darkness
swallows
my consciousness,
I become your mirror
of lucid reflections
leaping
from the shadows of temple walls
I tumble
inside the copper cauldron
that seeps life
into the black hearth's stone.
Your eyes flicker on the surface
of the waters of birth:
dancing flames
that can never be extinguished.
Laughter pearls on my tongue:
Know you not your vapour
cools to gold?
In frankincense bowls
you rise
and I feel your form
conjuring my body from the folds
of water lily petals
Without you
I could be no more than a lotus eater
gazing at the Milky Way
from far beneath the languid tide
29.07.2012
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