Lips of Blood Rarely Smile

Mars, thy will be done, in heavens as in the soil that smothered your fire

I dreamt the gloomy Saturnian dreams in the womb of suffering, when you had gone

In breathless sleep where no lights gleam

The oud played a string for souls to redeem

Where I met the Jupiterian wisdom

I became the sun

I reaped the pimpernells

I made the garland of vervain

I forged the tuesday knife in your sake

The hazel broke in one strike like dawn

Now I write for yet another

I shall tie the green ribbon

But to no avail

It never works, Mars

They never come back smiling

Lips of blood rarely smile

How many of them have passed

Can you see my dreams

They are on the edge of my knife

One sounds like the darkest campanella

The other, a light serenade in summer

One already vanished

The other was never here

I want to be inside that serenade

I burnt it

It went dark for a while

Did you see me

It smelled of Myrrh

But there were none

We will see what happens

The distant one takes its time

There was a third one as well

I know who that is

Was

Perhaps I am mistaken

Is there a fourth one

What difference does it make

They always disappear

I would love to give them

Calx Viva

Sub lumina solis

I am watching you.