Artsia
Uploaded by Razian on Nov 21, 2003
All night, he evaporates with her scent
By silver times, his soul rains on her eyelids
He pours his soul between her eyelashes
And hymn arabesque between her lips
Exotic like a dream of an ommrtal myth
Inhaling words to live and exhaling meaning
Growing larger than vagueness of death
Time has a wound and his soul is the bleeding
All day, he impersonates dust to write light
Or impersonates the woods to read wind
They told him nonesense don't recite
Recite, he said, that I never did
Artsia found him at orange times dazzled about where he stood
She smiled, kissed his forhead, and pointed her finger to the wound
He took a deep breath and started to evaporate...