Il Fiore Della Bruma P2

Bright Lotus of the lily pad Let it be known who fears the fall You who all would uphold in slumber Blind to a gaze refrained or stalled. Amongst this lonely block of figures and sand And thick, heated lines You glide across water in whispers; The divine scope of earthly kind. You I had watched from this embankment For days on end without question or hope Enskied before me as light azure Cool dream where pond turns to rivers slow. Bright Lotus of the lily pad Let it be known who fears the fall, For at once you grip to the shadow’s hand And draw through paths by the tone of his call. He who is half in love with easeful death Holds you like an ancient coin, And raises glass above your breath When markets make themselves purloin. Bright Lotus of the lily pad I cry for you cannot see the same, Gaily look upon the water still At once your face would seem to change. And I cry out bright Lotus Let it be known that you fear the fall, For you run from reason and hide away Clinging to the shadow’s pall.