Eyes of Molten Steel

how do I paint the world
that breathes inside me?
staid colours
cramped brushes
walled palettes
belonging
to another world,
all speak half truths,
when there are so many colours,
containers and strokes,
that have never been seen
by eyes trapped in pupils
straining to see
only the visible,
even in a changing
invisible world
lit up by eyes
of molten steel.

I Wish to Die

I wish to die
where two oceans meet,
where water becomes sky,
where rain becomes snow,
where fire becomes clouds;

I wish to die
where the wind becomes dust
upon a dancing sunbeam
floating through
an open window;

I wish to die
not in the glare of the sun, 
but in the darkness of the night,
where there are no Mondays
or Wednesdays, or months or years;

I wish to die
in the circle
that is a line
that is a dot
that is nothing.

I wish to die
in the silence
of words
that I know exist,
without a name.

and I told myself
don't speak of love,
for in that faint parting of lips
and empty gaze outside,
you will lose
a precious moment
with your beloved.