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.
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