A swan,

His neck a staircase into 

The white clouds,

Wings, oars

Of silk,

Toiling 

Against 

The waves of

Water,

Another swan,

Their necks

Folded as beads

Of pearly foam,

They envelop

Themselves 

Into snowy landscape,

A rose blossoms,

Untamed blood

Of love,

They swim together

Till the edge of doom,

Two cries shatter

The air,

Their song an arrow

Breaking the wind

Into a million 

Pieces,

For such is their sorrow

Lips,

A constellation of roses

Shrouding the sky in crimson,

Engulfing the sands

Of my naked body

In eternal horizon,

Freckles,

Tiny galaxies in the

Cosmos of your face,

Tears fall—

dew down

my brittle stem,

I am the dying rose

Of unrequited love

A slain dove,

Its blood spilled

Too soon

Bones like thorns

They draw a

Canvas of scars,

Knocking on despair’s door—

a stinging cry,

prelude to the underworld—

eternity descends cold,

And my heart

Shrinks into a pebble

A lonely rock

In the road of oblivion

I saw you crying,
The dew emanating
From your eyes
Bathed the dying roses
In the ground
And gave them life again
I saw you crying,
The mystic rivers
Emanating from your eyes
Baptized my soul
In holy water,
And I was reborn,
Then I saw you smile,
And the universe paused
To relish in your beauty,
I realized then
That I had fallen in love
With an angel from heaven