THERE IS A FIRE STARTING IN MY HEART BRINGING ME OUT THE DARK

Your kisses of oblivion

are falling from your mouth

and dissolving me.

I

I

I

I am listening to Adele,

as we gently slide

into the dark,

dying

dying

dying of life.

For a few seconds

I pay attention to the music,

but I'm wrapped in that silent voice,

in those hands of sleepy myrtle,

inside and outside

the endless hours.

And I'm falling deliciously

from my private hell,

diving slowly

in the air,

in the air,

in the air

I am.

And it is good,

I don't even remember

you,

you,

you.

I don't even remember I love(d) you

as my friend talks about the empty mind,

the importance of detachment,

the death of the night

and of the day every day,

Samsara, wheels.

We recite mantras,

opening our hands,

praying for things

that only the body

can hear.

We are free

in an ever expanding light.

As Adele sings,

my heart lifts

and starts to dance

Blind to the past,

blind to the present,

blind to the future

it is.

I pull desire deep inside me

just like love should be

without you,

without you,

without you.

And with my eyes half closed,

I'm glad to forget you

now,

I'm glad to forget you

forever.

I am glad

I can feel

again.

Karla Bardanza

This poem is my tribute to Adele.Great singer ever.

Copyright©Karla Bardanza 2011