Mood:
Hell opens
for the tainted to pass
I sink against the black
against the starkness.
Amongst the flowers
light penetrates
No worse than you, I am on earth.
There is no arrogance to speak of
your glance tells me all.
Hell opens
for the tainted to pass
one soul to another
they share their fragrance
not the dank nor the murky
but golden saffron
bursting crocuses
right beneath our grasp.
We have become lost
against the backdrops
of what should be
black on black
hyacinths in our veins like lightening rods
it was your fire that ignited all this.
Eyes lowered
I listen, your glance..It is in your voice.
I am who I am
as you command when I walk
amongst the dead cut through the earth
like ancient mud
Jealous of you
shaken and swept....
Our hearts are on loan.
D. Claudia Ash
Winter 07