You Are Asleep

She plunges into the wordless deep,
where sight fades at the point of nothingness,
and I have no strength to cleave the dark.

There God’s whisper is a verdict for life,
where the ephemeral, crystalline spirit
has subdued the fire of a fevered heartbeat.

This peace is a seal in the Creator’s hand.
I would be jealous of the gazes of the living,
but that Light is the thorns of her crown.

You have fallen mute. In place of earthly truths –
beneath your heart flows an icy river
that extinguishes rebellion and my futile rage.

My enemy is silence, too heavy to bear,
a rival beyond the reach of any sword,
and I am only a shadow, lost and weak.

I cry out: “Look! Our shoulders are entwined!
Return to the vineyard, to the warmth
that scorches with solar weeping!”

But the gemstone of your face
has turned to marble. Captive in alien spheres,
your essence is split granite.

Your features have frozen in a strange warmth,
in an ecstasy that knows no shores,
where the spirit has risen, and pains are too small.

Beyond all you bear in experience,
you contemplate the origins of foundations,
by which you sail into the haven of eternity.

Your soul is an emptied spring,
you melt amid the starry blazes,
where memory has been swept away as golden dust.

You sleep.