Song For A Moray 5: Age Poem by Michel Galiana

You have surged from my deepest night
But it's night that swells your bosom
An echo follows the faint light
Are you that star that took to flight
Or the herdsman who goads it on

The Ports of the Levant of love
Are the marks on my roundabout
Way to mystery. I must rove
Endlessly but I shall disclose
The sunny side of the dark route

Unswerving like a torpedo
Or a sword pointing to the breast
Well you know the straight way to go
And you topple in vertigo
What lying lips strove to erect

Lost with all arms lost with all hands
I sunk in this Sargasso sea
And was left fully despondent
In long uncalled-for retirement
And ever interrupted sleep

My fair angel and conqueress
You have pierced my heart with your lance
I fell with helmet, and fight dress
And on my bare loneliness
Opens the thick gate of silence