The Inner Joy of Void

Gently the bliss on my velvet fall,
as the lights lower along the pastel wall;
in limestones our righteous histories carved,
of bitter airs, of a lover’s recall.

Silence drapes the romantic road,
no end in sight near this ending note;
patiently, among the silent I tread,
awaiting my end with an endless woe.

In company of the tavern crowd,
dancing and singing in their earthly shrouds;
in ecstasy our souls toward the darkness plunge,
transcending above the winter clouds.

Desires call for desires’ end,
for endless cycles for the eternal trend;
for what the bloodless rivers flow?
In a new spring again the flowers grow.

Who shall walk on this little road,
when absent souls for the study search,
in which the devoted scribe his words,
away casted, from the church?

As for me, who is a prosaic man,
playing life for the pleasure of wine;
yet still at times I return to the harrowing hill,
playing God, for the void Inferno in my mind.

1 Jan 2020
Košice