Bosom of a Divine's, Lit Op 4

1 From tuning précised white harmonic doves, You made a fair light, the sun was torn halves, And weaved the dimmed lawn- an elegant quilt, For only those mine could feel the well-built! 2 Hence I, with my will, put bars in the wind, That is in the bourn of ‘prison’ herein, But daybreak along broke with stranger fires, Left frozen be this heaven where it gyres, 3 Seemed nothing less now, my fury was lit, By those flames that ate my paradise’s seat, Your presence and will have shined through that fire, Vile as to sing with the underground choir! 4 Yet in my dark thoughts, spread light of what’s true, That rooted in you for Wisdom’s with you, Ruins of Great showed it was but a door, Whose sill was a threshold leading to more, 5 Beyond grand onset, the path I know tread, I know you did craft by each thread by thread, That somehow cuts through the proud earth above, And if I shall, this must lead me to Love, 6 Thus lifeless, lifeless, indeed you are one, For this ultimate, you bade it begone! And let it unite together with mine, Whom mentored me so to age like a wine. 7 What more can replace the love that you gave? For this one shall never have its own grave, Until I can reach the terminal east, Then I’ll be those beasts in hatred who feasts! 8 Yours do have outstood all among others, Revealed in springtime, in its young flowers, In summer: the ocean; pastures of fall, And playful flames through the winter spell’s call, 9 Passion and concern, more likely divine, The best that did lay, they all in you twine, Hence I’m grateful but to one entity, Of life only spent in eternity… -oOo-