I bleed, as though I'm hurt, by all your pains.
Your blood is flowing in each of my veins.
I sleep when you sleep. I'm up when you're up.
I sup and sip in your portion and cup.
I share in your conscious unconsciousness.
I'm bored with your lazy somnolences.
Your guilt-feeling crushes my deepest core.
I swim with you to reach the other shore.
We're one as the music of flutes and lutes.
Life sap flows freely in our shoots and roots.
Mirages of graves, coffins, and knells torn
Into an endless life, we will be born.
Categories:
somnolences, heart, life,
Form: Rhyme