Where many have stood before
Some distance I walked and some
I was carried off
In this moment it feels enough
I want you to call me
And I can see your call
My arteries are blood tributaries
My veins are blue but with blood
To the sky arrives my blood river
The ocean beneath is a mirror
The water is blue but with blood
Crimson skies are soul cries
Beyond the veil it lies
I stand here reveling
In anticipation and deep trust
Waiting for it all to fall
To a new door
To a new path
To a new rise
I take deep breaths
Expecting pungent skies, but
This isn't the thick blood on my thighs
It is fresh with death
It is new and ripe
Shiny like a moment of hope
Flimsy like a layer of oil
The staves are singing
About wanting to leave
And seeing the colours of another sky
This is another sky
And even though this could be
Molten lava from the earth's womb
It is likely sweet rose syrup and even better
A dry red wine
Sips of which warm my wintered soul
And the after taste rises like a tide
And then I arrive on his thought
A man with whom I shared eros
He shared his name with a saint
Who understood my predicament
He wrote about this sunset in my soul
And turned my life into a sunrise
Laali mere laal ki, jit dekhun tit laal
Laali dekhan main gayi, main bhi hogayi laal
