And the lover cried out—
I burned my youth
at your feet,
O Love!
O flame of the heart,
O mirror of the unseen!
O Truth unbound,
O freedom’s secret dream!
I gave my soul to you,
O Wine of the Infinite—
and lost myself
to your boundless name.
I burned the wings
of my equality,
for you, O Justice—
in the kiln of your frown,
in the salt of your tears.
No strength remains
to hide from you—
no veil, no shadow,
no shore to flee.
I am that mad one,
that lover made of dust and sighs,
whose love grew so fierce
his being became a cry.
He scattered his rainbow wings
against the ceiling of his prayerful skies,
that from their ashes
a dawn might rise—
a light called Man,
a light called Love.
O Love—
the sea and the flame are one,
and I, the moth,
return to burn again.
