and the hours we laid
naked exploring each other
with an insatiable thirst,
somewhere our vulnerabilities had melted
by the fireplace into sweat,
gasps became moans,
and the love turned to passion
as the war ended
we retreated like causalities
snuggling for comfort in each other
I believe this is how
I felt an unending trust
that hugged me invisibly
while you slept next to me
that night.
entwined scents
and a divine grace
a sombre gaze across the room
that sent all hearts to race
days passed and so did nights
nothing was so vehement ever
than those beautiful eyes
I have been a dreamer
since that day then
to conjure an eternity in a moment
maybe it was her only sin.
a speck of cosmic dust
or a tiny dot
in the blackened emptiness
full of mystical voids
life has flourished here
even in the savagery and butchery
of flesh,minds and even souls
all in the lands floating in blue
yet we are not terrified
or stupefied of our existence
neither grateful nor pity
for this spectacle
or maybe the light
is at the end of the tunnel
and me walking in opposite
or worse running blind.
dust from the all the worlds
a scarf knitted by a mistress from somewhere,
jar of wine that makes you forget the past,
thirst for the lands unseen,
this was all
what the nomad ever carried.
scriptures from all of the worlds,
a letter written in some undecipherable launguage,
potion that makes you drown in dreams,
curiosity about people whom he never met,
this was all
what the wise had amassed
whenever they met.
They never traded stories.
They traded worlds.
Writings to Heaven 