A Novel Said to Me

When empty voices drown your days

And whispers poison your veins in glee,

Amid my pages, a bower stays -

So, wipe that tear and turn to me.

We'll fly through blazing or shining spires,

And swim through castles in wombs of earth.

We'll trot through happy and glorious biers

And creep through weeing, frozen hearths.

For Life is hard and World is bleak

And human blood is black and frail,

When Soul of yours with wounds shall reek,

I'll be a drug, a Holy Grail.

Filled with truth untold and told,

With liquor of Lies from worldly sea,

With nightmares and dreams together rolled

In a sip of liberating ecstasy.