When in this waking sun of unrelenting beams
Kissing mute the resuscitating sleep to fade;
I contemplate with deep of true love a goddess
Enclosed in some impregnable wall in some place.
Love boundless to limits nor old age or youth:
As a half-drowsy flower severed in drought,
Wakes in jolly of the pattering rain in sweet mirth;
So do we motion panting in passion of love quest.
A foresight paints the imagination of means attained;
All childly desires:the sleek machine nor an exotic shelter.
But solemn fate still lingers a sadist severe in this misdeed,
Of solitude where gains belie the heart sounding eternal despair.
Abject in this verse of a wretched premonition,
My heart pines time`s hand to be once benign.
