Djinn

No other vessel of my humble soul
Is so free to live boldly, to speak
Its phantom art of mind;
Yet, I am possessed just the same.

His eyes are narrow, fierce
With only small wonder-
Small flakes in a shallow stream, pure gold.
A current blurs
time against the tide.

As if he had a planet,
And I, but its faraway star-
We watch its lonely fate turn,
His dusty trail around the teartracks.

One day, he'll stand alone,
Sighing at the last glass jar,
The lamp I held all this time.
Gone, I will be, with all my wishes.