For a Ruffled Silk

Image by Peter Fischer from Pixabay

I’ve seen the deserts of life –

sear heartbeats transfixed on a dune in time.

But I know where the lost ones direct their cries.

I’ve seen the oasis give balm to the wounded and the weary,

to the queer grim outlanders defying the streams contemporary.

You, who challenged, absorbs the fumes of nightside venom tunes;

you, who burnt by the ardent sun hollow and lonesome,

can’t yet look outside the chamber of confusion; you!

Surrender to the Abyss and be transfigured in the womb

which exalts the soul by virtue of its very core.

She helps you to die to raise you stronger than before.