I sought him whom my soul loves

Upon my bed at night

I sought him whom my soul loves

I sought him but find him not

I called him , but he gave no answer

I will rise now and go about 

the city , in the streets , in the square

I will seek him whom my soul loves

I sought him but found him not...

Look! Look! alone again

down in the back of the skull

Imagining and dreaming and beyond the edge of the frame 

of darkness , the black night invading

the soot from the candle

darkening the painted room

creeping round the empty space ,writhing the wounded painting 

smudging out in the twilight

sharp knife,wound that stabbed you in the groins

so you gasped and gulped the air

tearing your last breath from the staves and part sheets

and you fall into the night

I float on the glassy surface of the still dark lake

lamp black in the night 

silent as an echo

a mote in your eyes

you blink and send me spinning swallowed in the vortex 

i shoot through the violent depths

in unutterable silence of these water

a tear forms and drops a ripple

spreads out  beyond the farthest

horizon,beyond the matter

beyond the constellations  and stars

I love you , more than my eyes....