An ill-defined and dull miasmic cloud Now hangs its dolour as a winding shroud Upon the beauty of the sun-bright soul, Obscuring light, appears a gaping hole.
A void of deepest night before me yawns. Where now the beauty of those early dawns Of youth in love, to live the greatest bliss And happiness transparent as a kiss?
Empty are the days now she is gone, Death has come, the dreadful deed is done, Yet on this burning truth I meditate, The bond of love is stronger than our fate.
I stand beside the sea as once before To hear a voice across an unknown shore That speaks to me in wave on rushing wave A song melodious beyond the grave,
From those I love and lived to see depart This edifice of the enamoured heart, This pedestal of flame, abode of blood, That seeks through countless births the ways of good.
The element divine in us survives The swift descent of God into our lives, For spirit with its source shall reunite And darkness yield to the advancing light.
Poems 2002 (34)
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