Cardinal de Richelieu

Ashen flower – your scent’s
been gone
Though I am ready to confess
your thorns’ bites pain’s still strong
it has
reminded me far to long
of every silken’s touch absence

Ashen maid – your fire’s seized
to burn
Although I do not dare desire
your flames’ tongues to return
in dire
coldness I am left to yearn
the warmth that darkness’ fears eased

Ashen virgin – in vain
I pray
Though I’m not ready to confess
I longed your warmth and touch to stay
And as
your thorns and your flames decay
your ashes and your dust remain

18.10.2005