Only in loves
darkness and light
rich
woven tapestry
coloured by our passion -
or when souls roots
grow down
into the fertile soil
entwining -
nights abandonment
dreams and visions.
.
Only in loves
alchemy - the dross
the golden thread -
mystic union
the redness of all roses -
voice of violas
in the rooms where
we twisted our
dark tangled skein of intimacy
Only in loves
furnace of smoke
and flame -or deep
in the dark abyss
of our dumbness
I will remember CRY OUT
I will not forget
not even for nivana
these words to heal
and cleave loves sad seperation .
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