ZARABANDA ASCENSIONIS

...lightmoonly...
your voice hear
heaven
one...
overchord sorrow...
...in the ruins of temple
of Nebo

last breath
of land
to the sun of Paris...
and again you -
violet flower...
scattered by water
of Narcissus...

passing time
by silence
to the shores you will come...
in your boat
sandy heat
will be washed off by oblivion
to quiver...

...come
I, in madding, pray
not for death...
...come!
to walk on unstable firmament
to me in the faraway
of silence
came...

I feel wind by
breath...
- silver light
in space...
I closed the eyes... your angel
met
timid rise of my palms...

oh, lightmoonly...
your voice -
Heaven...
United,
immortally-youthful
good...



Music and Poetry by Agnellius