Dialogue with Sands

Hear me someone... I'm all alone
On a ruined boat far away from shore
In the sea of sand beneath the sky of rock
Left the burnt to ashes road to the burnt home
My fingers dive into its soft and lifeless surface
Reaching to the bottom of self-destruction
Abandoned on the way of bringing divine light
Deprived of sword and body by the holy scythe
My sails are raising high to the bleak horizons
On a log of my life floating to the fires
Of a lonesome bay seduced by tongues of flames
Which rays impale the celestial nest
No emotion, only hatred lusts upon these waves
Brewing in a cauldron of heavenly game
The creator of existing torturing universe
Your every word is morbid, rotting on my gaze
Sitting high above on the built of blood
Sanctuary eating any human heart
Baking on bonfire my juicy sentiment
I will collapse your burden, I will put an end
Bereaving me of liquid which runs through my veins
Drinking it from golden cups, devouring any grain
Of ruth and feeling thought and of wildly blowing wind
Above the meadow flowers guarded by waterfalls, sunbeams
Where the lucid ground towers high above
And snakes chant amber tales with snow-white doves
Here I am amid the grieving dying sun
And cracked by pain moon... A wandering lunar
Caressed by death soul and knowing no tame beast
I invite you to my coming royal feast