I see you watching the lurid horizon,
wondering of kismet's subterfuge;
seeing through the galim's illusion,
striving to reach jubilation's muse.

Let us go to the Elysian Fields,
and be one with the stars up above;
cast away your diffident shields,
and hear the mysteries of:

The eros come over jidaiokure,
the tophet gone until perpetuity,
the misery washed away with the crystal sand,
as hera and nirvana stand.

The cordiality come with recipience,
of the vigilance given towards you;
the sanguiness that is given,
when you show this vigilance too.

How forlorn we felt in the darkness prevailing,
frightened of what may come to be;
but never again shall we be so ailing,
now that we've ceased our secludity.

We're eachothers' salvation from endless days,
fighting the battles within;
We pull eachother from the flaming blaze,
bringing us new faith of the power in:

The eros come over jidaiokure,
the tophet gone until perpetuity;
the misery washed away with the crystal sand,
as hera and nirvana stand.

The cordiality come with recipience,
of the vigilance given towards you;
the sanguiness that is given,
when you show this vigilance too.

These are the waters of leer,
we need have no fear;
so long as we have coalescence,
and keep eachother near.

Commentary

One of my earliest surviving pieces. abab rhyme scheme, except for in the two stanza chorus that repeats twice, which uses an abcc defe scheme. No real pattern other than that. Actually, considering my mental maturity at the time that I wrote this, I'm pretty impressed with myself. The poem is a love poem, though not to anyone. It was just an emotion I felt strongly about, and I lamented the fact that I had no reason to ever express that emotion. At the time, all I seemed justified in writing were angst pieces, but, I wanted to prove I could do otherwise, and I wrote the poem for that reason alone.