In the Graveyard of Heaven
A crimson leaf displays a drawn corpse from bloodied turf, bound for…
Read more →Lost homes and grapevines dwell in memory's dome, aching yet dancing in blissful, cherished dreams
The houses
that stood there yesterday
Capped with golden hay
And the grapevines
that welcomed us like hosts
Have become primordial images
Carved by the sailors of imagination
In the archetypal domes of life –
Their traces have been removed
From earth, our forefathers inherited.
Tonight,
I muster courage,
And walk through the door
Of the dome of life –
On a beautifully designed wall,
I find my house, yours next,
Wailing like socially upset brides
Longing for a homecoming;
On the other,
I saw our grapevines
Happily swinging and dancing
On the song of love
Unwilling to come alive
From the blissful hangover.