Only in the Dream

Only in the dream that is like sleep

When time has taken the measure of live things

By stark origination

Is mankind redeemed.

Only in the melancholy of the music

Of the midnight within the blood

Comes the fulfillment

After faring years.

Only in the balance of dark tenderness

When everything is seen in its purity

Do we penetrate

The myth of mankind.

Only in the mastery of love

Is anything known of the world,

Death put aside

With pure intent.

Only in the long wastes of loss

Comes the mystical touch on the brow

That triumph grow,

Insatiable, again.