When the last kiss is plucked from my heart
I tremble graciously like a vine and upward
Through my trembling I graciously shine
To the song of a higher verse
My heart is a molten pot of poetry
You stir and you stir till
The ripples reach the lower depths
Like a pebble thrown to sea
I leash myself into my fathom depths
Where darkness sings with birds
And there I kneel before you.
I see my feathers, spring and joy.
All these feathers and all these birds and this unfilling cupful of joy melodise with crashes unto the waves
With wind song on the mountain
The keys of raindrops on the lake
And the colours inside the fountain
I find myself like a burning torch like pool of nothing
Like a longing, flowing, gurgling brook
Like a deep, cool river running.
My riverbed is firm and true
My waters long to rise
To rise and rise till they are rainbows in the skies.
Once they rise, they rise so high
I’m left up in the skies
But once again you may stir
I shall reach my fathom bottom
And there I stand under my rain
And under my shining song, and thunder clashing.
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