An eye, wondering of desires
already imagined,
poisoned Love by the bedside.

Love withdrawn, gratefully dying,
a beauty falling fast
from hundreds of stars…

Alas, is gone.

The eternal moon comes
to deliver hope and contentment,
for a heart deserted in oblivion.

A weary, veiled spirit left
laying in the stars,
soul strewn on parchments.

A lamp of knowledge is lifted
to spread the interpreted light,
and touch the eyes of the poet
with the blessed fingertips of Life.

The mystery of the holies
falling on a noble stranger,
who, breathing in understanding,
is salvaged.