Lepidax | Jul. 2020 | Acrylic on canvas 50×50 cm

Sing muse, gorgeous – the nicest of your songs,
swing feather, powerful – roam before me;
sounding deaf, your silent thunder penetrates,
seeing blindly, your divine banner shines.

In humble silence, winged your sight,
your glance, my fate releases,
your word, my existence disappears,
you carry me up to the seat of the gods.

“Behold, the veil of the world will overcome,
the one who I favor, perceives all that is,
and returning to the world, you shall brighten the people.”

Blaring down the heavenly threshold,
returned, your banner torn,
wistful, torn from the covenant,
the feather makes a last swing;
illuminating the world, I testify,
thanks to your grace – I write poetry.