Plane Twenty:
Sorrow:
Call me sorrow. I know the headstone of
Heartaches, as sadness knows a princess.
All my life is spent in longing -
Wind, come tear my braids to tatters!
I scratch my body with my nails,
I squeeze my head between my hands.
Yet swallows sing sweetly of places
Where longing no longer exists.
Sadness, universal sadness
Fills me, like a reservoir in floodtime.
I praise it with the curse of a woman
Deprived of a crust of bread.
Then why do you, eyes of the dead,
Seem awash with the wings of your need?
I flap like a fish in their fish trap,
A mermaid of otherworld seas...
