The Moon turning Pale and Red Tonigt!
Shying with Thy flash Across the Dark
Making to release the long Ache and Pain
With reflection of only joy on Thee Eye!
Thou image dwelling deep Inside
Not that I can embrace nor pour on Thee
Albeit the joy of Watching just Priceless!
Puting on the great pressure on the Bloody
To leave the Substance behind on Earth
And to relinquish and rejuvenate in the Space!
Oh Lord! Reveal Thyself and Manifest on me
Test me not any longer for my Vanity!
