Down in the deepest love
In the deepest dark
Of a heart, that has wildness attached,
Within, and upon the deepest ache,
Of an organ that does not cease
Its unguarded rhythm.
I feel, though I do not
Because the sun only feels as cold as it could be
In the murky underlying scenery.
I have a ruby nestled in my chest,
Just a stone where red seems to be its nest.
A droplet of blood, against a scar so visible in the grain,
Like the parted red sea,
And I have dove into the deepest love.
I have drowned my head in it,
Like a man without a sky to lift,
Without the Heaven to see
With eyes that bleed.
Failure has its realm in death,
Running with one departed breath.
I am a soldier who has no currents to run
From his naked and worn eyes.