Since now there is no worship nor any music,
Let incense be a curved smile
On lips that remember,
And candles, notes of laughter
In empty dusk.
Above,
A coloured window slowly turns
Black to the night.
VII. RUINS
Temples have fallen
Before today,
Stones are ever loosening their hold
One on another…
You blocks of marble, sleeping in the sun,
Can you remember chiming bells
And incense?
Now there is only silence,
Even the winged stones of archways
Sleep in peace.
Candles
Silence is but the golden frame
That holds your face,
My thoughts, like unblown candle-flame
In a holy place
Surround you. From this secret shrine
Somewhere apart
Do you not feel my candles shine
Upon your heart?
Winter Night
The I that does not love you
I have kept hidden away
In the dark.