Listen to the eerie darkness. Listen to the old
crimson voices of the night.
Desert-voyage, crucifixion, and listen to the
cold crimson voices of the night.
Crepuscular creatures rise at dawn and sip
from the surreal cup of ever flowing light.
Later, I will cross the River of Time and listen
to the cold crimson voices of the night.
I dance in the Garden of Eden with my wounded
soul, taste my loneliness-a dark piece of Void, a
small bite-chunk of knowledge, and I eat the old
crimson voices of the night.
Within my private universe, I shriek the Mourner’s
Kaddish and say goodbye. A blackbird flies away,
and I listen to the cold crimson voices of the night.
Now, I swallow the eerie darkness, capture a
vanishing soul, and lock it in an invisible cage.
I wait for death and resurrection and drink the old
crimson voices of the night.