Solicited Sound Journey

Come, let us for a little while
awaken our love, half-dead
in the long sighs of our sulking hearts.
Come, let us this evening purify
these feelings turned blue-black
in the venom of accusation.

Come, let us for a little while at least
sit forgetting our distance,
fall in love with our love again.
Come, let us contain the conflagration
of our burnt hearts,
make them calm and sacred in Ganges-bathing.

Come, let us for just a little while
ignore all our barriers,
complete the offering of our hearts.
Come, let us prove false
all those familiar impossibilities,
unite in the immortal love-play
of passionate whim's true love.

Come, let us at least for a little while
establish life in this dead city of ours
on an unwritten thorn of happiness.