Sylvie

The dwelling place of I am
At its ultimate sanctuary
Melting candles my seven hearts
Reaching out to them
She came
She-wolf-flame

Moves as high as sun-eucharist
Then comes down
Aflamed
To ring an ancient bell
She came
She-wolf-flame
 
When I shed a tear
She pierced the palm of my hand
Then became a rose
Drunken on blood
She came
She-wolf-flame

See into my seven hearts
And there immersed in sea of red
Infinite dance-land my soul
Her eternal abode
She came
She-wolf-flame

- by Tomasz Dybowski