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Queen Of The Night
I walk into the winter night
And the fragrance of the Queen of the Night embraces me
It is sweet
I gulp in lungfulls of it
As if it is a draught
I am greedy
I want to breathe it all in
As if I am afraid
That I will forget it like a dream
I inhale, until it scathes my throat
Until it hurts.
It fills every nerve every crevice of me
It is like poison
It is like a drug, only
Instead of forget, I remember
What it is to live.
It makes me see things
The garden, and the universe beyond, afresh.
It numbs my senses
Until I can see the future, and the past and myself, the vastness.
It is still a winter night
It is still a fragrant flower