Burning sparks trailing the dim sky slow,
Ripples emerge as Selene makes her way,
Years slide trickling; moments fade and grow.
Did thou swear love to truth? Now here I lay,
Waking yet dreaming of days divine
and upon the matter now pondering,
Against the fast pace like Heaven’s time.
Now. Come forth, I come from dreams awaking,

Then dids’t appear one lonely smile
recalling those memories of the wind,








gone away; back again for a while









like waves. When have I to time resigned?
Because I cannot yield to Death, I come,
However slow I am, towards thee I run.