Just a glimmering astral spark births in the gloom a crest of day

Just a glimmering astral spark births in the gloom a crest of day, A solitary thread of wax dancing its aura Scatters the night - In a delirium of gleamings that chase phantoms of fear away, Shaking the hegemony of silence with a hymn of photons. Just one snowflake star, in its cascades of silver, Deciphers a divine ode That might launch upon the ridges of time An avalanche of harmonic purity, That seraphically fills the flesh of the world with psalms of clear might. Just one rebel petal, upright in storms and flutterings, Elevated like an oasis in untamed deserts, Adorning resignation with an outpour of grandeur, The sole in its belief, Unnamed heroism - an avalanche of strong essences, A shout that blooms in orbits of daring. Just an echo of prayer, the murmur of a pierced chest, Can transfigure souls into gusts of wind, In the avalanche of affection pouring over unnatural borders Cloaking enmity in cocoons of phosphorescent loves. So illuminate, divine pioneer, with your eternal wick, Wave halls of grace over stretches of shadow, Your spark flutters - a phalanx that awakens - The hour of resurrection in the crucible of deep night. Be that snow which falls from the wisdom of compassion, The flower which de-petaled storms, The candelabrum of life in crypts of obscurity, The pulsating prayer, the heart of celestial song, Unceasing in the feast of its sidereal rebirth.