The balance has shifted from the middle –
The poison is already foaming in the goblet…
But I won’t drink it until I will live it,
What lives in my soul, buried, deeply.
Until the Light flares up, making everything,
Till the inner sun rises, and from here I leave,
Glory-haloed beautiful figure, to you,
And I’ll stay, for your beautiful cheek lives in me –
The scales can measure only earthly life –
Poison can extinguish only earthly life.
I will only return back to you then,
If the scales move from the middle,
And in the goblet beams your beautiful light:
Glory-haloed beautiful figure, judge me with heart!
Dec. 11. 2021., J. W. Cassandra
