Day: Sep 10, 2015
So now you woke the serpent that has slept
through years — lain dormant in the cave I made
when sweet remembrances of you I’d swept
into a glorybook, now somewhat frayed.
Your words: “Sometimes I run into your face
within the centre of myself” have raised
a maelstrom in my soul, as I retrace
the furnace steps we took — entranced, amazed.