It all happened in a minute
while everything was drowning in the sun,
in the stuttering light of a spring
which had waited so long to begin.
I was strolling on my own
through the maze of my inexplicable self,
like a king planning the crucial battle
to regain the dignity of his land.
Millions of men from the past
were telling me not to give up
looking for a rescuing prodigy
into the guilty idiocy of mankind.
I was a blind man being shown
the epiphany of undeniable truth,
the miracle of seasons forever still,
the peace of souls purified for eternity.
Still the taste of perfection
made me feel incomplete,
too human for redemption
too divine to abandon my passion.
Yes, I was lost and cold, but
oh! how real, how close.