Bright star, glissing slowly through
The pitch-black darkness, with true
Love he illuminated the clouds
Oh, the waning moon, and the swifting gauze
Filled the silenced dreams of
The hiden dryads. And the moon calf
Moved his way along the soft sand
Of the beach of the unknown land

Where art thou, my beloved
Thy words thy sweet words still echoed
In the wintry forest, where thou
Left me waiting uncared, though
No icy breaths of Boreaus had
Came to accompany, Zephyrus’ touch felt
Just as chill
Somehow, I felt ill

The beauteous Narcissi, had bloomed
In a rather early season, doomed
By her beauty to be a beauty
Nay, not doomed, how could a word being this mighty?
Soon, it would be the
New moon, and then the
Bright star shall return
And wolfbane would be required, when the air again played
Through my hair, tears twinkled

Lead me, through the labyrinth
Of love and time. Thy soft breath
On the roses to bring
Them back, and to ring
The bell of serenity
But where art thou, prayer, and my tranquility?
Left me the fear, of
The terror, of
Feelings unknown
Morniéalantié, forlorn
Morniéutúlié, I fear
The Whisper is near

Dissolved, the world is
Soacked in the foggy darkness
With a gleam the rose unfolds
And, His light on the delicate petals
Red, White
Day, Night

April, 2010