An eye, wondering of desires
already imagined,
poisoned Love by the bedside. 
Love withdrawn, gratefully dying,
a beauty falling fast
from hundreds of stars… 
Alas, is gone. 
The eternal moon comes
to deliver hope and contentment,
for a heart deserted in oblivion. 
A weary, veiled spirit left
laying in the stars,
soul strewn on parchments.
A lamp of knowledge is lifted
to spread the interpreted light,
and touch the eyes of the poet
with the blessed fingertips of Life. 
The mystery of the holies
falling on a noble stranger,
who, breathing in understanding,
is salvaged.
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