It's Not Over, Yet.

It's Not Over, Yet.

The candle dark makes
Light so stark
Making butterflies blister
On our burning wall

My heart beats a
Staccato lost remorse
Terse verses sotto voice
Shaky recall

This thing I am
That thing I was
And what strange thing
What dreaded being
Shall I be,
On the morrow?

We're coming together
Pile upon pile, heap the bonfire
Your holocaust  survival then,
may I borrow?

Will I come back again
And again
And if so,
Will I come back,
Reeling dizzy
Reeking uneasy
Spellbound easy
Forgetting
This way of feeling?

Tell me please,
Samurai warlord
With thy firm sword
My warm heart in silence
pinning?

This piercing feeling
This rotten worming,
This potent willing,
This hollow crater of
Acid hurt
On which I'm high,
Will it all come back
Again and again,
And once more
Each time
we certain live
To die?

My seven lifetimes
Wed to a single love
The divine nature
Of Hindu covenant,

This flickering
Half light
Shadowy on my wall
This piercing wound
Dazed 5 am calls...

Will you be
Swear you will
My witness through
Heaven
Unto hell

Assure my love
That you will know me
Again and again
Through all eternity!

There is in fake assurance
Something
More real
The salvation of dreams.

There's something else
Left to be said
Oh! Here it is,
lest I forget
Remember me!

The me that was
A heart shaped
Ungainly butterfly
Shadowy substance
Pale flickering light of
4 am reverie.

Fluttering on the pins
Of your senile anchorage
Till motions and emotions
Went grave and stilled
Betrothed to night
Above whitest summer knights
To Darkness wed
I am the bridesmaid of brittle
Life
And the eternal bride
Of Death.

© Amrita Valan 2015