Love falls upwards
Like convalescent, and reborn
Unto the sunrise
And receives God’s holy rays, like thunder from a chime
Blown by the winds of sighs.
I am still too much in love
With her veins,
With the silence where she danced
To no music played.
Still in love with the many smiles, once exhibited
Upon a face carved from gold.
I hold a phantom,
Not a form.
I hold tears from my fluttering eyelids,
Heavy on the ends of my fingers.
I am in love
With the joys and the radiance,
Not with the pain and sorrows
I can hear, in my ears.
What a mirror I stare into
To see the fossil she sheds forward
And finds another accompaniment in my heart,
That burns with the flame
Of many roaring calderas.