A silver pool

Chapter 29: MY COMMUNION

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The volume gathers short, lyrical poems that move between intimate confession and vivid, travel-tinted scenes, often using sea, desert, and carnival imagery to evoke longing and desire. Many pieces treat love, loss, and memory with devotional or elegiac tones, transforming personal feeling into music and visual metaphor. Occasional persona poems and translated voice-poems recall distant cultures and theatrical figures, while recurring motifs—stars, fires, pools, and painted streets—anchor the collection’s contemplative mood.

MY COMMUNION

Cupped in the hollow of your hands,

You hold my hidden fears,

My faith, the songs within my joy,

And all my tears.

Within the chalice of your heart,

There brims compassion’s mead,

Bounty of foaming drink for me

To quench my need.

I grave the pattern of my love

Upon your spirit’s bowl,

And in the splendour of your wine,

I steep my soul.