Where the way and where the path that arrives at your feet?
Open the door and open the heart that we abide in love street.
We have heard, no man has increased his height by taking thought;
We have heard, silence is genius that can never be taught.
The sun rises, the sun sets, and the mind whirls ’round and ’round;
And my beloved glides through the night, full, without a sound.
I hold out my empty skull as a wine bowl for her to fill;
Maybe, maybe this raging will be drowned, and become still.
But by the beloved’s glance, the door to del is slammed shut;
the heart will never reveal spirit, but chase some tawdry slut.
Master, fill the crystal skull with wine that opens the door
and ushers me to regale you, like a drunk, on the floor.
Darvish’s whining for a drink has become indiscreet;
all his pounding has yet to open the door to love street.
