Cemetery

I discover love,

In the vision,

That befalls calmly,

Before the dawn.

The leading fire,

to unopened eyes,

burns within,

The love light.

I wake up,

and see the day light,

That obscures

My loved dreams.

In the darkness,

Of the mid-day,

I search intensely,

For the dead love!

So, I wait,

Till the hour,

Of fleeting dusk,

To touch love,

In endless death.