FLOWERS OF DEW

Oh, you blind soul
Sipping me forever
While crystal-clear tears
Spring, shine and fall down
In bottomless wells.

Your eyes are darker than
Night itself
And dead
And cold
And sharper than
Icicles in wild caves.

Colder than the
Moonlit stones
Your eyes are darker than
The coals
But you neither see me
Nor hear my voice

You’re deaf and blind
Invisible numb soul
I feel and hear and see you
Though you cannot see me

Your eyes are closed
And dead
And cold.

I dream, I blink
And then vibrate,
Keep floating over you
And while my eyes
Are open wide
From deep inside
Come rolling down
My cheeks
Flowers of dew.

– SORANA -