Just as the sun doth kiss the sapphire waves,
Who clash so fiercely the frontier sand,
As steady as Ra ascends the sky,
Golden beams of life to Mother Earth.
As certain as these occurrences do come,
So burneth my love for thee.

Days do arrive lacking the kiss of gold,
Heaven’s cobble may obscure the way,
Betrayal of sight whispering lies,
Imperceptible, yet forever present.
As lover’s quarrels appear so dim,
Devotion will prevail evermore.

When the sun blesses earth no more,
As the moon flees the inky grasp,
Stars shall perish in fiery abandon,
And lasts mortal breaths gasp out.
From walls pebbled with precious gems,
My soul still brims passion for you.

Darkest of Angels doth flit nearby,
His hand claims souls with each moment,
Heaving lives from misery on Earth,
Into eternities o’ Heav’n or Hell.
Saint Peter shall summon mine epitaph,
Embrace me then, in our feathered grasps.