Oh, you fragments of
Life eternal, you fall
From yon so high, wherefrom
The Godhead gazes impassionately
Upon us. What a piercing, cold gaze
It is; oh! the ages bleed crimson, the
Death, God-given? scatters peoples
Upon the sandy shores of Time-Eternity.
For whom shall I weep, when the night
Turns granite, and stars, like gold, rain
From up above? Father! Heed my cry!
Oh, dearest light, All-Light! I am nude
Before you - innocent and pure! Summer!
The flowers, your children, grow listless
Under the shadow of your love; and I
Alike am burn\'d and spent, a lonely ghost,
And soul-less I trudge thru the corridors
Of Winter\'s forests, cold and deep. Such is
This lovelessness, this Winter of Being,
Which gnaws at flesh an\' spirit; sleepless,
In the darkness, I collect tears as jewels,
Diamonds of memories long lost in the
Tender fog. How distant now April, May;
How dead the once lively, colorful days
Of childhood now seem, and how cruel
The days weigh on my eyelids; far too
Tired am I to reminisce, and far too afraid
To step forward – so I stand twixt the dark
An\' light, loveless and alone…