Black and Gold

I was laying afloat black tar,

My face unaware of darkness.

I looked only upwards,

Trance like, towards You.

Some years past,

While I stared,

Content.

And then She softened,

And the tar became thick

And while I floated yet

I felt myself sinking.

But I trusted You,

I kept my eyes for You only,

And while a sunk further,

And confusion set in,

And I lay on the floor

In an ocean of body fluids,

Finally I had to admit

I was dying to You.

I found myself lost in the vortex

Of blackness, sinking and centred.

And a tugging, restless pulsation

Begging for recognition.

It was Her. It was another form.

And it sat in my heart,

While my head broke into two.

How, why, what, how, and

Finally,

When there was only madness

Or surrender in store,

there was just

You.

The black, in the pulse of

Surrender

Turned into liquid gold.

And instead of thick tar

In my hair and under my nails

There was a glistening golden ocean

I was bathing in, and I drank.

I drank until I didn’t know where You

Were and where I began, and again

We were united, for a moment

Within the chalice of my Heart.