In raining glory from sun’s holy rays,
Are there to eclipse the rain,
Of truest blue,
To spill forth sadness onto my skin,
From wherever pain breeds,
In a nest, in a heart,
In a place where is shelved all that is kept.
Of all your beauty,
Where plays the music of a throbbing heart,
Where comes the torment of a woeful mind,
I am there to witness:
With arms alike the crystalline forms
In a shell-less cave,
So such water may come melting,
From where your tears come descending.
There, I see two nostrils, closely clinging,
To the breathy long trail of petals,
Towards the nearest valley.
It is where blue has turned into green,
And steel has turned into iron,
It is where a mouth echoes a scream,
And life has bent itself towards cremation.
I am upon where your eyes have moved.
Longing is both sides to our destiny.
A face, that is one for sorrow,
And another, bred for temptation.
We deal in a God’s delusion,
He, who mocks the tears coming loosely,
From your streaming eyes,
And I know who is left to adore,
While comprehending who to abhor.