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ask from the dark clouds
or the flaming hearth
of endless nights spent
in waking eyes
that knew
neither rest
nor sleep

ask from the tears
that were too tired
to be wept
from the lips that bled
unutterable words
in sweet pain
of longing

all seeking
in unison
a window
a door
to reach you,
to enter
your perfumed garden
only to find
one full moon night
as if it were a dream
as if I needed to be pinched
in that fleeting moment
when I saw
you closing the window
me inside
with you
me inside
with the beauty unseen
with the timeless truth
giving me a dose
of intoxication
that will take
a few lifetimes to recover
that will take
more than
a few lifetimes
to recover