How so does pleasure live meted?
What is the measure of bliss?
When one lives its appreciation
where it lies remiss?

Light arrives, come to part;
A flickering flame in the wind.
In transience, life does lay to art
A gift time lends to rescind.

The rise and fall of a golden youth;
A day in the sun comes to know its end.
Omnipotent lives this perennial truth
Against which no man can contend.

Man comes to rise under velvet-veil skies,
Skin set aglow with the milk of moonlight;
Resurrected where he knew a torrid demise.
Light too did grace the nature of the night.

Light arrives, come to rest;
A flame in the wind dies out.
Perhaps darkness serves as a test;
As within, so without.