~~~ Frau Alleine ~~~
~ Frau Alleine ~
Should the sun shun her warmth, so mankind feels as thee?
Who’d then lifteth thine love, if no eye couldeth see?
Through the pain, which you bear, ‘midst thy dark of despair,
I shall take up thy load, thou wilst know I am there.
Then’st a beam of new day, softly tanning fair hand;
You’ll emerge from this spell, of atrous, winterland.
When'st rays summon thine eyes, to be opened from slumber;
And bonds of goodnight, slip from orbs of antumbra;
Unshackled, from gaols of encompassing lies,
Thou shalt be, once again, with the bow, as he flies.
Modena of arch, shall wax brighter than blood
Of a thousand true hearts, from the sleep of thy flood;
Blue tears, dripping ink, back inside of your pen,
As celeste mounted curve, merges sky, once again.