i raise my glass…

i raise my glass to the only divine lover;
i drink to the dregs all the wine he offers.

there is no taste i prefer to his presence;
my eyes have no light save his effulgence!

i have no motion but for his rythym;
all life derives from his ancient whim.

hunger gnaws daily until beauty’s embrace;
all thirst is for sight of his compassionate face.

my tears are a lake i would gladly drown in,
but for the pity induced by such a sin.

my only hope is the pain of despair-
i will not find him until i forsake all care.

darvish has no friend but the deep blue sky:
what he loves always remains close by.




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