On my long road to death,
you come to me
from time to time.
Still my haven,
and well of shining love.
Your eyes are always open,
the light of my day and my dreams.
Each kiss a shadow swallowed,
a tender protest to the stars.
But life is not a dream,
just a tangle of new veins –
scratching at the heart of my soul.
But you still speak to me,
and over my body
your words spread.
Your name on every street,
on every river and sky range.
And my love for you,
still flies like petals
in a whirling flame.