The Landing

I'm falling as a shooting star

in tightness of glistening tongues.

We hug each other, we're not alone,

anxiously running from the night.

Fall like making love –

ardent and filled with moan,

desperate scream…

Name of Rose I yell in shadowy clouds:

I want more!

More fire!

More wind!

More agony and blood,

more forget-me-nots…

more tears; more lilies.

Rose of desert, flower sad,

release me from these shackles!

I'll rip you out, I'll inflame you

and together we'll cool down

as woeful ash

in the sand of night,

for in fire and darkness

there's no life.