Phosphene

Rejoice, for tonight it is a world that we bury!
 Have you beheld the darkness sitting upon the eart
 Overshadowing the wind rose, lost in the smoke?
 Thus many went astray at once
 The others wandered hazardously thourgh endless mazes
 The rays of the sun whisper of a newborn fright
 And very few horrors in the world could match in terror
 The cruelty of that frozen caress and its fragrant secret in blossom

 Thy bend their tongues with a long drawn sigh
 Licking among the vilest ordure a few drops of hopeful water
 They bend their tongues for this divine balm
 Remains of an aborted covenant gone astray in desert waste

 The bleak sterility of these buds belies their fragrance
 A pestilence that permeates the vastest plains with frightful odours
 Among these foetid marshes wanes the echo of a promise
 Hope stumbles amidst the solitary shades and lose substance
 Facing the glowing darkness whilst ravens croak for doom
 The other worlds on high sent us a harbringer
 Ignis ardéns – He breathed on them
 and they were all filled with the Holy Ghost.

 Assailli par les myriades fourmillantes des phosphenes célestes
 On se recueillait dans le silence de son depart