You black poem—
You enchanting mystery—
Saw you with beak open—
Have you tidings for me—
You death’s enigma—
You fed Elijah in the desert—
My thoughts on you—
Focused as a poem—
You bring solitude
To my hazy broken heart—
You are my sunshine in
My darkest winter—
You bring out the
Devil of passion in me—
Let me pour out
Heart’s angst –
Take me to my grave
With hearty mirth.