Interlude

See that light,
At the end that flies,
Swells the heart and sighs,
Longings are the plight.

Steps in the doorway
Lead to marble skies
Stretching all the way
To hearts and sobbing eyes.

See that light,
At the end that flies,
Steps in the doorway
Lead to the freeway

Of gloom, of passions doomed,
Whispers of the heart
The mind which has fathomed
Is blind, is blind to depart!

The steps that crack
Along the black asphalt and past
Let whispers exhale at last
All the way to golden blossoms and back

But the flowers, dear,
Are like poison in the spleen,
The parched ground is the skin
Of a snake with no fear,

Slither, writhing, and grovel,
To the golden flower
Still, to reach the marvel
Of poison that becomes power.