Don't leave my side
oh sweetness incomparable.
Stay that I may glimpse you again
and bask beneath that glorious blaze.
Stay that I may taste
of that glorious breath of thine,
that I may suckle of that elixir
that refreshes and strengthens,
that I may know that joy.
None can take us from each other, you say,
or is it I who says that?
Who speaks?
Who comes in the dark and speaks?
Who stayed the parasites and the hungry reptiles?
Who holds me but shall not
let me fly too close to thy blaze?
I would stay close to you until
my fragile wings were scorched
but you veil
thy face from my impudent gaze.
Who placed the thirst
for water in my throat
when I would to ashes burn?
Who placed the need
to cry out when I would wait
the pain and die that way?
Who placed the friend in my path
when I would dash myself
upon the rocks below?
Who writes together with me this song?
Who is it
that lifts me when I would fall,
and gathers me up when I would not rise?
Who placed the desire to live
upon this heart,
and the desire to love upon its beat?
Who are you, glorious one,
who gave me an edge that would not dent,
and a tang that would not crack?
Who are you, mighty one,
who tends that flame and fans that smoke,
who hammers upon that anvil
with a purpose hallow?
Who are you that made me thus,
and sparked within me
a little blaze?
Who are you that around
that little blaze cast
the storm to stand watch?
Who are you that
upon that edged work,
placed the softness of this flesh?
Who are you that upon this flesh
engraved this song?
Who are you who commands
extinction itself
yet stands beyond its bounds?
Who are you, oblivion,
chasm, unfathomable, endless,
abstract and yet so obvious
when you touch me in the dark?
Who are you who sparks in me desire
and yet so much more than desire?
Who are you who sheathed my core
in such woven tapestry
and then the tapestry placed
within a tiny flower?
Who are you who spoke a sound
from far away and bid me follow?
Who are you who held open
that door through which I gladly crossed?
Who are you who then held me
over by one paw,
by one tiny string of skin,
and then severed me loose?
Who are you who caught me,
and wrapped me in thy embrace,
and sang such sweet melodies
that a smile was born again?
Who are you that placed me
upon such a warm and cozy bosom,
and turned me so that I
would sleep so warm?
Who are you who nourishes me now?
And why do I already know
when I know not, and why
do I need no answer when I
demand it thus?

Who Are You...?
by Cindy Aixmar Salgado