The Lily on Rumi’s Lips

You were the mantra of a billion
fading heartbeats

blooming beneath the sea.
We were submerged,
walking on fire, flying on the fumes of bones

beating drums behind a curtain of dreams
and we soared, our sore ecstasy

the lily on Rumi’s lips–
all along I was

buried in a forest,

the whole of forever

was spring,
and all along the soil

would find itself

enriched by the amnesty

of your pulse.

~ryas

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