Tendriled nightmares coil Writhing blind knots Restrict my inner vision Peripheral blurred neuroses lurk Morbid melodramas spin symbolisms Of a tragic ending Beyond the memory of moonlight plaintive note of hope recedes In the saturnine breeze I am Lost to lower oscillation Vestigial presence of the divine Inert My racing pulse thrums a dirge for the waning day
You are the fulcrum Levo mihi per vestri lux The arbitration of angels My inner spirit luminesces Hope regains her tenuous place I turn my tearstreaked face To the memory of light
Amo Deus perficio lux EGO mos orior iterum
TL Boehm 052608
Lift me with your light Like God's perfect light, I will rise again
feel free to correct the Latin. Even though I may appear ancient - Tis not my mother tongue.