If paths that be cleft be cleft forever,
Allow me not to feel bereaved,
I know that day has come already,
Cloaking me in pains and stresses,
My sight of you is gone,
But rainbows shine in spite of faith,
And suns blaze in spite of eyes embrace,
So you live on,
Your truth written lucid on the sky,
For time brighter and fuller,
Pure is the heart that hurls itself,
Imporing, begging a friend to mend,
The dented diamond divulged by a friend's dream,
Which the voyager doth hold in low esteem.