Coma Prophet

I am a placid lake today—- bluest waters of clear-refresh and blessed deep
Like a sweet lilly-honeysuckle scented gust underneath your nose
Whilst entranced by chants
Riding out on your breath
Fresh and blessed
Like your hair in a mild wind
Blowing across my face
Occasionally tickling my nose.

Like an ecstasy that I could never hope to find the bottom of—
I am a still, placid lake today,
Reflecting your face, oh eternity

-Matthew Taylor.