I died today in a little heaven
With stained tiles and purple partridge
The butterflies that rested easily
swept into my gaze assuredly
The music that wafted up at me here
Claimed part of the breath that I expelled
The vine with its grapes heavy overhead
Planned ahead for another day
The tea’s aroma that filled up my lungs
Calmed all my passive thoughts evermore
And with their gentle nuzzling betrayed
I closed my eyes so peacefully done
Peacefully I close my eyelids
Lay my sweet caress into the pits unknown
Put my legs upon the ground beyond
Perhaps too long to play the game
Perhaps too short to feel the rest
At the wheel the cool breeze stirs
Something inside that’s closed it’s mouth
Grip tight, lay waste the fight
Perhaps the gun’s been oiled tonight;
Leave smokeless, devour your plight
Onwards and upwards we float with the light
Little traces of emptiness flickering like firelight
And I with my pens, you with your swords
Scrounging up regret like it’s found in the back
Perhaps then, alone and bitter, I will…