And so here we are
Page after page
Hearts on fire
Exposing parts unseen
Beneath harden surfaces
Wounds unclean
Broken still we dream
On and on we pen
And so we breathe again

All the ways of right I keep
For troubles of the world I weep
But I can't break this waking sleep
Oh, how I fear I'm in too deep

O Righteous King of Kings
Won't you come and save me?
Too much is this I ask of thee
When I won't let you save me
What kind of man can I be
When I won't let you save me?

All the ways of man I trust
From jealous greed to evil lust
A humble man make me you must
Ash to ash and dust to dust

O Righteous King of Kings
Won't you come and save me?
Too much is this I ask of thee
When I won't let you save me
What kind of man can I be
When I won't let you save me?

For the ways of you I look
Beyond that of the Holy Book
Could it be the earth that shook?
Of that an early sign I took

O Righteous King of Kings
Won't you come and save me?
Too much is this I ask of thee
When I won't let you save me
What kind of man can I be
When I won't let you save me?

On the window glass,
Moon breaks into cold pieces,
Sudden taps of noisy wind play
Domestic music all the night.
We do have some
Dialogues of our conjugal ceremony
As lyrics, and some
Regular soliloquies of awakened eyes.
They roll down gradually
From the bedside table
To the cashmere carpet on the floor.
Embroidered daisies and doves,
Mock our innocence there.
As we are black, and blank, like
The moonless sky above the Dead Sea.
A sea where fishes do not live,
To celebrate this
Unbearable heaviness of reality.

Like the stormy wind in a sunlit day
You always love to contradict me.
I tell you stories of monsters,
You transfigure them into angels
With your wand of positivity.
You tie my sadness in moonbird’s wings
And let it fly out of my earth.
Sitting amidst the emotional chiaroscuro
You play with soft words,
Paint new songs in your album,
Mimic the meowing of your honeyed kitten.
I sit back and wonder,
How do every time I witness sunrise
Whenever you let me walk deep
Into the core of your eyeballs.
And when I ask you the definition of life,
You unfold your slender arms
Like a Pegasus, and reply,
**“It’s about transforming from
One Avatar to another.”