Wednesday, February 6, 2008

In eternal grace

Calm and innocent, you knock
before that mysterious door;
In search of her full submission,
in that dark and hallowed hall.

For man alone, and he alone,
though futile as his one life can be,
Decrees which joys and pains,
his tired soul seeks with thee.

Oh, her pure loveliness blinds,
yes, so silently, your naive eyes;
Ah, frail hands and that innocent look,
they make your timid heart comply.

And in the middle of nowhere,
of empty and yet boundless space;
Two souls dance in honor of the gods,
so bewildered, in eternal grace.