by Tambimuttu
Let me taste the silence that flows
Behind your dark eyes, O Nirvana.
The bird is heavy on the hill
And the silence fills
Its black vessels of sound.
The ladder is broken to your rooms
And two hands are flowers
Falling, falling
With the beat of the sea.
Crush the petals on the dust
And pitch the blood
On the running wind
On the running sand.
The world is vast
And you are watching, watching
Through the split in the leaves —
Drown my soul, down
Down into the night without desire —
Where the reflections are no more, no more
And rooms are broken into vast spaces.