A Spoken Light

Light spoke nothing so tenderly true For many paths I depart to go If, by moon’s delight, the one beyond our eyes, Can be a miracle for a pleasant peace, Which in despairs I dream nothing more Even from the previous world where I grow alive. If I compare again what it should A piece of art, a prose soaring bound As the first step I should take like scampering universal to fall; From it unless a chapter I would be able to see The sublime solitude from broken dreams Or over the spectra paths I drive myself within? Since I have known you, Siren, my lovely sea of fire, And before God was a man, those pleasant sparkles, And again I would be able to see myself walking over again Throughout the blushing valley of life a new player from you as a giver? Alas! What should it behold so luxury and beats my heart In front of this summertime thought As the most awkward moment quickly fall where Heaven and God and you, lovely Siren left me to go As if I were just a reflection of an annihilated being.