Thine ire tis but a twisted fading vine,
Tossed about in blustery rays of sun
Unknown by twilight’s lilac stars divine.
As burning embered mem’ries abandon.
Tis the unfettered virtuous heart born
That perils not and soars above rainclouds;
Where tears fall and thirst-quenched meadow adorn,
Holding firmly to that which shadow shrouds.
And as yon eye peers through infinite waves,
Giving ancient souls rhythm and hearts voice,
Stilling pain as gnawing fate misbehaves,
Revealing wisdom’s stirred prophetic choice,
As stars unveil and heav’ns fairies rejoice,
For love hath o’ercome hate’s costly invoice.