You are not flesh of my flesh, and this no paradise
Love's far supreme.
Memories stir the fire in my heart,
And a ripple of light breaks from the disturbed coal
How to escape the light?
First gasp of air I breathed were you,
Saved from drowning in daily mediocre life.
Images flood like moonlit sky
You can count the stars in it.
The blind man sits at the corner of the busy road,
His violin still plays your favourite tune
While you take your children to school.
Feelings that grew on shadowy orchards, fled through the dusty window panes.
I can see the future in dark chimney smokes
Rising up again.
Will only death in the order of Dionysus
Help Orpheus reunite with his Eurydice again?
