Justajoo (Longing)

There is a shepherd in the desert,

 His sheep long to be slaughtered.

 Ice is in his veins

He wants to eat the hay.

 A man with just a bowl,

Filled with falcon’s blood,

Wishes to meet his lover,

In the twin of roses.

There is a thin line between you and me.

 A hair’s breadth.

 There’s a fire underneath the line

 And a volcano above us.

In the sky of your sea.

In the red of my love.

In the darkness of the glance between us,

Fall mountains.

From autumn nearby,

Rises the winter of your death.

It is distant in its own loneliness,

Ravaging savagely-

The solitude of your ‘I’ .