Temple in my SoulTorch of LifeFair GuillotineIshtar rising from her throne of youth
Landed on the altars of beauty
Erected by the Phoenicians
Holding the Torch of Life
Lovers slumbering in delicious sleep
And nightsongs lulled by Silence
Moved her to tears of joy
Further down the valley
A lonely brook
Lit by the lamp of the Moon
Cradled one poet
Deep within the seat of a slippery rock
Rapt, bewildered eyes
Seeking reeds
The canopy of stars above
Reflected in the still, glassy waters
A ripple of sadness in the wind
Embracing death
As the true bridegroom
Leaving behind a cry
Most heart-rending
The Torch of Life
Slipped from Ishtar's hands
Reeds shivering
Cold, white stars
Dewdrops of agony
The dawn of another dream-life
Poet in oblivion
Gazing still
Into the eyes of the reeds
Blind and stricken
Tears glistening
On the pen of my life
I sat scribbling
To fill the boat
Of my empty thoughts
Strokes bold and colorful
Crimson as wounds
And blue
Like the heart of the sky
Torn asunder
By the bolts of lightning
Softer and gentler nuances too
A collage of memories in sunsets
Anguish white as flames
Agony ashen like the forked Silence
Despair rising aloft
In billowing clouds of smoke
Where dust settles not
On betrayals suffered
On fog of a betrayal
Lowering the noose of life
Over the death of hope
Fair guillotine
My tyrannous Self
Tearing down the temple of my soul
I reach down for the shards
Broken and bleeding
Each splinter a fountain of woe
Each woe the minaret of grief
What sin led me to this
The idol in my heart
With a distorted smile
Held out its beautiful arms
Embracing and crushing
And murmuring
You have desecrated
The altar of love
With laments profane
This sin wreaking vengeance
Your reward
A retribution just
Ruin and surcease
The temple sacred defiled
Tragedy most dear
Lament no more
Beloved, Forever
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