Smoke rise and ash, fall
as flame touches down upon black wax
spark the glow of the universe
and cast your satin finish upon me.
Who knows you these days
O fair matron
that knoweth themselves from clay or stone?
Lady of an abyss
that men know not
Who remembers your name
better than their own purpose and desires
For I know not of any, but my own
devoted search, through my becoming
Seeking to know and remember you
reaching for abysmal places
where few wander
though not always conscious
yet too strong to deny.
And in moments of ecstasy
a second name,
a sacred name,
the coiled pulse in my heart
Impenetrable voice of the darkness
that moves these trembling vocal chords
delicate fingers tap the strings of my soul.
Bring me into your velvety embrace
melting away this illusion – long enough
to comfort with sonic waves,
waves of the eternal black sea
and strengthen thy resolve with patience and virtue
in this nominal union
And with this voice I am given
shall I sing to the dead
and sing to the stars
to sing of you.