X-perience
Blessed Longing

tell it only to the wise
for the crowd at once will jeer
that which is alive i praise
that which longs for death by fire

cooled by passionate love at night
procreated, procreating
you have known the alien feeling
in the calm of candlelight

gloom embraced will lie no more
by the flickering shades obscured
but are seized by new desire
to higher union lured