By Mary V. Kirov <az@seaside.net>
Date:  07 Feb 1996 

The Passing

Into your darkness,
I came smiling.
Amber, liquid honey
flavoured my lips.
Sweetness dripping
down in words.

No sound you heard!

Glorious was my chant.
Pure was it's rhythm.
Tenderness cresting 
through it's lyric,
rushing the shores
of isolation
intent on touch.

No sound you heard!

Alabaster was the dove
that flew innocent
in the night sky.
Above our heads
simple moonlight
sealed the shadows
as jasmine flowered
and kissed my song.

No sound you heard!

Turned was your face
to the heat pit
of your heart.
Trapped were your eyes
in dreaming
your glory.

No sound you heard!

Sad was I,
at loss for hope.
My tears tinged
with blueness,
bled open pools
stuffed with forgotten
reasons as 
my silent drops 
fell down
one at a time
in slow motion
past the emptiness 
of your arms.

No sound you heard!

Turning life 
away from death 
leaves me saddened
not crushed
as I look back at you.

No sound you heard!

My passing disturbed you not.
My revelation of love undeciphered 
will come your way no more.

Your facade
fools  no one.
Lost you are 
and lost 
you will remain