When I draw on your fragile beauty, and seasons of my past,
I silently remember on them for a spell and of the
many things I sought after, but wasted my time in
folly among the thicket and thorns of self-discovery.
For those I wept and shed a tear of loss for,
did I lose them along the way, gripped in deaths night?
friends I held in high esteem, who faltered when needed
and called upon, as true friends who simply vanished
when needed by ones side. How I moaned over such
loss, ready to lay down my life.
So grieve I did, and set all moaning aside,
to weep from woe of grievances at death’s door.
if not for the closeness of you dear friend,
all grief would lay heavily upon my soul,
yet its you who lift me from the ashes cast
over me by wailing ghosts, making me
anew and wanting to dream amid your
sweet nature and fragile beauty.
Without disgrace I cry out to heaven to
have good fortune to see your presence
before me once more, though it may fall
on deaf ears, shall I not curse my fate to
be without you rich in my wish I hope
I must not despise heaven for happily
I am content to even have thoughts of you,
I have such wealth when hearing angels
sing hymns as I await heaven’s gate.
Sweet love awaits me, for you my angel
with wings of golden color and a wealth
for me to bathe in your beauty like the
dove awakening to a new day, I rise in you.
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