more than I

more than you

more than the moods of seasons

and restlessness of dreams

it is always here

always here

it is always this

always this

a sacred silence

where death is beautiful

there is no looking back

no future

no idyllic promenade to salvation

only this

only here

also here

unborn children

abandoned children

remember these children

  grieving in a desolate sky

in a vermilion sky

seeking solace in the karmic chaos

seeking commitment

seeking truth

in the face of this oblivion

this nowhere

this here

this always

count me as your lover

in this unbearable blindness

this endless heart-rain of fire

when crystalline bodies are raised

on pyres of ignorance and despair

count me as your lover

accept this prayer

from these empty hands

from this naked place

from the other side of dawn

from this numbed heart

above all

remember this

always this

remember the mountains

the forests

the oceans

the deserts

they are singing

your name