Birds Of Dawn

Rain the rains of a lost angel's day.

Her face washed over and over, again and

again;

Tears of sadness, tears of pain coloured red:

Our love dissolved by lacerating drops of

insanity,

Our unity, creating universes :

An opened circle, broken symbol.

The rains of Saturn are falling in my heart,

As tears of melancholy breed infinite dreams,

And the watery star pours its light into me.

The melopoea of the birds,

Musical death of paradise,

Altered the moving of the spheres.

The magic of their voices awakens

The nostalgy of the place out of reach

We visioned in a dream.

But the dark is drawing in their beauty,

And for them I would steal the light

From the glorious fountain of day...

Were I to be what I longed to be.

Under a crimson sky,

I open my wounds, I am the chalice

I offer up the ruby wine of the Sun,

And golden dust studs my mystical face.

Drain me to the dregs, you, Keepers of Truth,

You, Guardians of Beauty!

The birds of dawn cry the departure of light,

(the anthem of a fading sun)

The swans, weeping on the lake, glide in harmony

With the swaying of the sinful waves.

Fly the doves, bewitched by the fragrance of

my thoughts

For I am the sea of dreary tears

And not the foam seeking shelter on heavenly

shores.

As the birds vanish and pervade the azure

pure, They hide the sun with their enshadowed

wings.

Dolorem nostram tulit,

All my crying, the fears, the grieves, the pains,

Supplicium nostrum fert.

The hurting tears on the shores of time.

Dolorem nostram tulit,

The flowers of mercy they have given to me

Supplicium nostrum fert.

Cannot satisfy all my sorrow and pain.

Ab omnibus despectus,

Aeterno repudiatus,

Es angelus curarum,

Tristitia adfectus,

Fers luctum atque curam.

The birds of dawn.

Their chant resounds in me

As howling voices echoed under a vault

In the cathedral of sorrows and mysteries

Their death has built within my self.

The birds of dawn.