Impairable
Along the remains
Of a contingent sky,
A stately sun
Scathes a fragile esteem
With pride's reckless virtues
As ever mindful
To the absence of heroes,
It disperses grief and temperament
Amidst the emptiness
Of love’s impetuous sensations
Whereby my timid dream,
Too diffident to speak
As an obscure splendor,
Falls to paltry vision
With dismal reproach
Of silent repine
And while sad, yes,
'Tis still quite beautiful
So beautiful.
