Each new Sun, my hope fades
See the face, once lively and fresh,
Now each day paler and duller of my Beloved
Plunge me into a deep black well
Of impotency and sorrow exalted.
An spiral of grief devour my love,
And clouds my eyes over,
Staring how Death settles in the bed of my Beloved
Embracing her strongly,
Stealing thy breath for ever after.
Her voice, once time playful and coloured,
Hardly resounds in the room.
Her smile, like the candle that light us, low;
Her eyes, enough to talk,
Open gates of Soul, like always before.
Dread grips my heart,
Although she bravely caress
The tear across my cheek descends.
I kiss the hand of the one who led me to love
And now is leaving...
...Forever more.
Her hand stopped gripping mine's
Her eyes, vitreous,
Extinguished like exhausted flame
Her body a cold statue
That my embrace will not warm, never!
The Bleeding evening skies darkens
When the third Sun since her death
Plunges in the glowing horizon.
Whilst veiling her grave
In the bleak graveyard besides the sea
Where the clamour of the waves
Seems to my cries go with.
An impulsive assault of my shattering passion,
A wishful remembrance of caress her silken plaited hair,
Made me thy tomb profane.
Before my eyes the coffin soon I saw,
On its cover
Written were the grave words:
My beloved from the earth torn
...All at once her prison I opened
And her face and hair
I could finally touch.
The bell tolls under an ash-coloured sky,
Tears fall whilst clouds mourn
The breeze a dulcet threnody
That fills the immense inner emptiness.
As lovely with life as within,
Her face still with blush gleams at night
Like almost awakening from a deep dream,
Her voice He awaits to hear say:
...Come with me...
How surprised I was
Seeing her eyelids overcome
The tremendous weight
Of Eternal Night!
Alive was my Beloved!
Ripped is the uncertain Veil of Death
That forever tried to take us apart.
With the triumphant drumbeat of my heart,
And with the one I love must hold in my arms,
Deeply stirred Now I shout: (to the skies)
My beloved from the earth torn
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