Mayan carved stone skull
Copán Ruinas, Honduras
Dedicated to the memory of Carl Theodor Dreyer
Suffused light
Shadowed brow
Eye windows
A doorway through the lips
A film running
Through a transcendent camera
Words hang
From silent banners
Forsaking all color
We play within
Ombré scenes
Awaiting the Vampyr
Not impassioned cries
Nor the tears of Jeanne d’Arc
Shall dissuade
The eaters of flesh
Through windblown marram
The sand grain inscribes our faces
With a message of humanity
Our scars will tell the story
There is none so profound
As to believe in no end
Of time that passes
Though we have passed
Our love today
Shall be tomorrow
In a different realm
No longer enchained
For the death of love
Gives rise to despair
The depth of love
Gives rise to life
LiNdA
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