Pre-eminence !

Unannounced;

Midnight,

Feather make-o window.

Thy glistening eyes,

Luminesce my sphere

Of hope.

Oh miracle

Sparks my heart

As good

A dry wood,

how the fire

Catches thou soul.

Peregrinate lifelong

To hold,

and never lose.

How perfect 

thou root holds mine.

I, warm

Thee, Earth.

Heretofore I sleep

Tell myself,

Best thou shall deserve

Never to stop

Loving you so !