Crimson Chalice

I can taste the wine

The golden nectar of eternity

The ruby stream of separation

Crimson chalice

Stream of separation.

I can see the sky

The dismal clouds that threaten me

The grey domain of glory

A silver heaven

Domain of glory.

I can smell the flower

The sweet scent of presence

The luscious dream of nature

Shivered shadows

Dream of nature.

I can hear your voice

The affliction of your breath

The indifferent waffle without meaning

 A distant tune

Without meaning.

I can feel your touch

The cold marble of midnight

The early frost of winter

Passing immortality

Frost of winter.

I can sense your spirit

The warm ghost of your whisper

The rushing flow of the river

Soundless surrender

Flow of the river.