Reflections of the hermit angel
Gloria,
Dear comrade
of single years.
I raised you
after despite
and now you know!
Am an injured soul.
With my aching tears,
Colossal you grow.
Gloria,
You are tall.
Oh, how I miss my girl,
The northern air,
Paradise the fairyland.
An exile,
And mountains hostile.
Spring a sundry yield
and harvest to bloom.
I have endured
one millennium.
Toiling churlish fields,
Coarsely sand
of mean highlands.
Oh, how I miss
Attiqa's winds!
Her lavish Alps
and morning mist.
I have endured
one millennium.
Watching valleys
of mortals, below.
They are to play,
Build and fall.
They part away,
A feeble soul.
Immortal, I!
Immortal fine!
Except when damned,
He is lonesome.
Unpardonable mine,
A handsome mistake.
Oh, Gloria,
Worry not about me, dear.
For I sustain us here.
Give new
and less I take.
Amidst a fluctuating chill,
Above enchanted hills,
Around nebulous lakes.
On shoulders I groom,
Wings green still.
Both shall take
One millennium more,
To ripen with hope,
To blossom.
When aerial worthy,
At last
I am able to fly.
Soaring high
to see "Alia"
After sapphire seas,
The cliffs are amber.
Kelly greens are meadows.
Where dormant homes,
Waiting
Before, out she blows,
My sad lantern,
I shall land
against her wall.
Without her door,
Without her windows,
I shall loom,
A peaceful hermit,
To kiss her hand
and holy forehead.
My play,
She delays,
Embracing me, we lay
on a carved Athenian bed.
Rekindling
a slumbered lust.
I will graze her lips
a thousand times.
Toy with her,
Toes to head.
We spend the night,
We savored not before.
We race hours,
We yearning more.
Yes!!
It will be ours,
A future secret.
For when she wakes
at dawn,
Joyous,
My girl fulfilled.
She will think all,
A benign dream.
While,
in the blistered night,
I am a haunted shadow.
Gliding alone.
Beyond grim horizons
and long,
I have journeyed
out of sight.
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