Overtones

Smoke wisps gather,
around my eyes.
And water melts,
shimmering
on the fabric of dreams.

The rise and fall
of twined destinies
everlasting seems.
Only to end,
the next moment.

Clear notes of sweet pain,
of drugged existence,
of primal need,
Confound my senses.
And I am lost.

But then, from within
salvation beckons.
Its whisper, I can hear
amidst the caresses,
leading me on.

The faint murmurs
make symphony,
with the arcane cries.
And from the depth,
The crescendo begins.

The rising ecstasy,
takes me to
the zenith of life.
And then,
Life stops.