I have lived for centuries <br />Under the myth of shadow. <br />Satan's millennia <br />And the dread of Hades engulfs. <br /> <br />Ah! A long night of groans. <br />The ghosts of the rumpled skins <br />And the starved guts <br />Haunt me. <br /> <br />In the land of dead <br />The rivers of blood flow <br />The curls of life drown <br />In the deluge of sea waves. <br />Wolves lick the stains <br />Over the stolid bones <br />Under the wide gyrates of Vultures <br />And the deadened hearts bury deep <br />In the canyon of unconscious. <br /> <br />Withered I look for the dawn <br />The Mana <br />For the warmth of your supple arms <br />And the touch of soul. <br /> <br />Like a tall cypress <br />You rise far above the weeds <br />And sing the melody out of your psalter <br />To salve the wounds <br />Roof well <br />The ferocities of time.<br /><br />Harish k. Thakur<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/nature-psalm/
