Falling from the eves and chimney pipes they fluttered .
Floating like those autumn leaves.
The memories, whipped by the evening breeze .
My soul took flight, windy foreign places.
Barren dusty spaces, where
I’ve lain my head to weep.
Dream’t and found you asleep.
Jeweled, sprawled, a queen.
Between the palms, sipping the nectar of whispered words.
Speaking softly in tongues long forgotten, while whisking flies.
Bejeweled this oasis where life lies.
We touched and you spoke.
A moment a memory a paradise found .
Where we nibbled wisdom, ate sweet dates, laughed as lovers do, sighed.
Wait wait wait for what of this worth is ours to keep?
When life calls, I answer,
„Sleep!“ let me dream on.
Exotic caravans of incense and myrrh.
Spice in dusty cracks, is my dry desire.
In all this, what takes the call?
The call to rise above, to move beyond the pain filled fire.
Fill us searchers of the soul unseen.
Break this barren desire!
End this march towards the funeral pyre.