I am Not A Scholar

I am not a scholar,

I am not a saint,

I have seen sadness swallow

Seamless visions of restraint,

The tear that floats through darkness

Oozing nectar from the soul,

Is as the hummingbird darting yonder

Whirling dervish of the vine,

Dipping bill in honied geyser

Sweetest lips of fuchsian wine,

Sylph’s heart pounding sunder

Beating wings of dissent

Imbibing breath of wonder

Deifies crashing descent.

s. k. lindeman