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

anointed silence

where death is beautiful

and there is no looking back

no future

no idyllic promenade to salvation

only here

only this

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

count me as your lover

accept this prayer

from these empty hands

from this naked place

accept this cry

from the other side of dawn

from this numbed heart

remember always

remember this

remember the mountains

the forests

the oceans

the deserts

they are all singing

your name

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Boulder, U.S.A 2000