She plunges into the silent deep,
where sight fades at the point of nothingness,
and I have no strength to cleave the dark.
There God's whisper is a sentence passed on life,
where the ephemeral, crystalline spirit
has humbled the fire of a fervent 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 are struck dumb. In place of earthly truths -
beneath your heart flows an icy river
that extinguishes rebellion and my futile rage.
My enemy is stillness, 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 the sun's 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 pain - too slight.
Beyond all that experience can hold,
you contemplate the wellsprings of all foundation,
and by them drift into the warm lands of eternity.
Your soul is an emptied spring,
you melt amid the starry blazes,
where memory blew away as golden dust.
You are asleep.