Cloud Burial

by Aidan Andrew Dun

cloudburial

 

One to whom
God makes love
must burn
such a one
is more alone
than solitudes
mountains
set in stone
no other ones
of the chain
within hailing
distance
far away
sailing the blue
out-of-reach
no desire
to return.

Such a one’s
more alone
than wind
knocking doors
in dead of night
in a small world
where lovers lie
worn out with
fevers of loving:
till morn asleep
in eachother’s arms
from harm’s way
till daybreak
just until dawn;
these who
will soon
be forsaking
breaking
words given
vows
altar-sworn.

Such a one
will die
unwept who
rejected love
for intercourse
with sky:
tower-life
which means
cloud-burial
since on earth
all shun
this one
who must lie
above
laid out
buried
on high.

 

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