Eloquent Compilation I

Neither side of feeling high

   come to pair with humbled air.

Candle light leaves stain contrite;

   grooves in stone seem too unknown.

God on high, my song you write,

   be existing through demise.

On his wing, though live the flee,

   grow the sparrow's life to ease.

Out from shining pair of two

   looks the light that stays emule.