Cannot be,!"

- Cannot be

absconded not the gilded sun
when at dawn in lazy path
barely appearing,
the morning filled with sorrow,
know the dream is gone in darkness.
Cannot be! to have loved so much
the bridal nubile feel, a light so brief,
turned a wreaked charm.
So big a passion, the wind, the rain,
the blue beyond. Oh! the abyss of age,
the ringing of the bells
in faulty towers of unearthed harvest,
the dawns of boiling veins,
the whispers of ghostly diaries,
the taste of roses dead in broken vases,
the anguish of the Calvary,
the longest hour of the climb.
Cannot be! abandoned breathing candles
in the darkest clouds of the myth,
delirium, painful sores... the dark.