Up I seek gaeity,
and this hope emerged.
I take part of the light,
For which some called Love.
I asked, I prayed.
I hungered, I feared.
That beauty was mine.
Warm, saturating, eminent, pure.
Dreams of infinite clouds,
battered souls, wounded pairs.
That beauty now gone.
Far from thy grasp, deeper, colder.
Wild rush of hot tears,
and this madness never seize.
I take refuge in the moon,
Until the coming of dawn.