Parted

Every ocean

is meant to be parted

into a valley of waves,

into the flaw of land,

into a graveyard

where golden fishes rest…

The sky too

is meant to be parted

into a refuge of fallen wings,

into plains of light,

into hollows of night

At last,

I too must be parted

into you,

into a pyre of burnt poems,

and whatever remains

into silence too..