More Than An Inferno
It is not light that falls before these eyes,
blue as ocean's dream,
that allows me to see,
beyond such a simple breeze
where whitest whites make way
for jaded bliss
a brilliance brighter than my sun
or of your moon
it is honey that coats the tongue
but vision that makes one feel
gracing of soul
as Beatrice's special guest
honoured
it is no guess
pools of luscious honeydew pull
and I drown in the elixir
floating free with
petals of persimmon
the heavens call for our return
co-joined we shine bright
brighter than 10,000 stars
blocking out distracting light
letting our peace perform then shine
"What then I saw is more than tongue can say.
our human speech is dark before the vision.
the ravished memory swoons and falls away.
as one who sees in dreams and wakes to find
the emotional impression of his vision
still powerful while its parts fade from his mind -
just such am I, having lost nearly all
the vision itself, while in my heart I feel
the sweetness of it yet distill and fall"
Excerpt from Dante's Inferno
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