AI-IA
I must retreat back
and descend into darkness
for three long nights
in order to renew my Strength.
A part of me will die
so that the other may live,
at least for a while.
Seven leaps around the burial mound
and three transformations of seasons
will also transmute my appearance,
to all but the eyes of my lover:
Thrice graceful in her shapes on heaven
are the manifestations of the Divine Queen.
And today, both as an eaglet and a lapwing
a part of me dies and the other is ressurrected,
by sweet delight of her absent kiss.
We shall fear what lies beyond the veil,
behind the fragrance of life unmanifested,
if we are not careful and cling
to vague manifestations that aren’t real.
But we shall triumph and conquer
if we trascend the senses and deceit
that keeps us crawling under dimlit heavens,
that by ignorance seem both cruel and great.