Ceremony

The rose that settles softly on my tongue
And honey water drips into my soul
Flames that arise when melodies are sung
And make me think I’ll surely lose control

The night when sweat perfumes a glass of tears
I drink until the freshness in my spine
Explodes into a galaxy and years
Have vanished in a sky of ancient wine

The bubble universe is left to die
Upon the finger of a perfect child
The canvas spread across my darkened eye
Is dignified by colours you have smiled