Nameless

The caress of the breeze

on the skin

fills my heart with ease,

An effortless longing

for love and peace

 

Birds are flying in flocks

under the cloud-smitten sky,

As the Sun rises behind me

I do consent to die.

 

I see that silence

is not the absence of noise

but the absence of me,

 

All is set free

in its healing embrace

For beauty can be.

 

The struggle with ghosts

and men, ends.

The lion snores in his den.

Not a matter of how,

Not a matter of when,

It happens now,

Again and again...

 

Move towards it, catch it,

I do not dare,

For she will but disappear

as soon as she feels the 

chains of care.

 

She will not be held,

She will not be remembered,

She will not be loved or pined for.

 

She will come when predators sleep,

As wine reveals the land;

its secrets deep.

 

Not a matter of how,

Not a matter of when,

It happens now,

Again and again...

 

Zven