sun

Signs of your loom I see
Upon wavering surface of my sea;

I didn't sleep, dreaming of you,
The nights I wake, looking at you.

Oh Sun! The Sun!
Flying with arms open wide,
Unveil your shifting mask,
Let me drink from your cup!

Sun. The sun.

The morning dew on my eyes,
I crossed the graveyard's path,
I bore raven's yell, and back at him tell:
Of a face I so strangely knew,
Of a heart, that has a heart in you!
Of a child of grace and so quiet
With her love for the morning loom!

She's shadow wanderers cast,
Chasing them through the night,
Chasing that place, where they stand;
Because, wherein hides the Sun?