FLOWERS OF DEW

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 -