The smallest infringement is a ruse Where I am entertained in laughter, And tied by the bonds of sorrow, But where is my enlightenment That kindles each parting gift released? Where then is my muse?
Electrified skies encased of dark storm As clouds weighed heavy towards The dry red ground of dust and clay Become mixed of entangled purification, And when moisture collides thunder roars!
The anger of wind turning water And clashing against the cliff edge Is only a momentary lapse of reason; Then salt is divided and settles at The bottom of the sea floor where earth And water are bedded together in slumber.
At last, evaporation fornicates with the sky, And the droplets pour and fill an empty Glass that seems crystal clear; Then in the calmness rested at hand I drink all the emotion that hides dormant, And my dry body is replenished of liquid gold. My lips crack once the glass is again empty.