First Poem: So-Called Light Poem by Ashuriel Star

O my most benevolent angel,
lower your silver lashes for me——make a wish.
Great love, O great love,
the sacred path your wing have laid stretches on and on.

While the morning stars still lie cradled
in the compassionate arms of night,
you have already sown the seeds of light
into every abyss.

Bathed in your golden radiance——this is mercy:
like ripened wheat embracing barren land.
How beautiful, how beautiful——
the fields of hope suddenly glow,
for at the brush of your fingertips,
even frozen soil blooms with luminous growth.

I behold it——
the purest dream slowly taking form;
upon your jade-like brow rests—love.
When the dusk of the mortal world
tries to climb upon the hem of my robe,
you walk gently toward me,
hand in hand,
together toward the dawn beyond eternity.

And now, all springs fall silent,
all things are baptized in light——
the grace you unfold
is vaster than the cradle of the universe.