The cadaverous spectre of Love,
Do you still flutter above?
Take rusted armour away off my heart-
How can I seize your precious light?
The avid blast brought me your ashes...
Should I dare to revive
My only God up from this treasure,
Should I adore and should I strive?
Would you live...or would you die?
Oh, my saint apparition of Love!..
Is it you, who flutters above?
Vanning dreams, so sweet and pure,
I suffocate, I can’t endure
This fairy tale, this fantasy,
Which sequel none can oversee...
Oh, my dear ghost of Love!
Let me flutter all above!
Aren’t you smouldering, I pray...
Oh, please, flourish into flame!..
(2002)
Spectre of Love
© Copyright: Талвир, 2007
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