when spearing Moonlight
pierces the silent cimmerian gloominess of caverns
when that illumination exceeds the status of a hush
and disregards all shadowy rites
brightening their grasps
and as the passing of time, stooped, decrepit
continue's its staggering way
through the heaviness of age
memories of her are reawakened
like those he often recollects
of every perfected one of summers golden celebrations
each emphasising its ecstasy
bringing the warmth and pleasure of warm tears to his eyes
recalling her beauty and how it shone!
how like a flame it will always be in his mind
continuing to ignite the beacon of his soul.