sweorcan
i fear the molten light
that cuts the embrace
of my darkness
somebody, somebody please
inform the sun to stop staring
and to the moonbeam to keep off
keep off my wavering mind
i fear the molten light
that cuts the embrace
of my darkness
tell that sun again, please
to warm not my heart
and to the moonbeam
that binds my being
let me be
let me be in
the shadows
of my eclipsed love
of the silence
i fear the molten light
that cuts the embrace
of my darkness
* sweorcan, anglo-saxon verb, meaning "to grow dark."
(c) arjun chandramohan bali. 2007
Labels: poetry
1 Comments:
This is beautiful. I don't think I've heard a more passionate ode to moonlit nights.
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