I want you to strip me
of all my illusions –
true and false.

I want to stand
(front to back)
encased in the honeyed wine
doubly blessed in our communion time.

Make me hurt where I am deep;
ease me from moribund sleeps;
Dance with me under moons entwined
where the stars sing to us beyond all life times–

On the brooks of days to come,
may we be – just for a moment –
simply and ever one.

And in that grail That burns so bright,
I am blinded by your white winged light.

Save my soul with your song.
whisper to me, my beloved,
all day and night long.

From Mystic Mourn (2015)