Narcissism

The chalice is full of sea

fallen leaves upon her face

A map of green continents

Once part of the same tree

Away from where they belonged

Near sits a part of my twin moon

captured from the mirror waters

The sacred drink withdraws oblivion

This is the only way to meet

my full of craters sister

because her grim presence

stands always against

the golden rays of my sun.

How many friends I had,

how many enemies.

Now only absence

Love, its purest form is Narcissism

I remain and they remain through me

but only I exist.

Youth preserved, embalmed from history

In courts of exotic domains

sirens play with the strings of the rainbow

in a harmonious elegance

the story of a king.