Light my void

Everything we have been taught
By poets, was not correct enough
To explain how to fill dismay and
Sorrow of emptied souls.
The deepest void has opened,
terrible and enchanted, grey
and gloomy, and nevertheless
desired, with every drop of your
blood, desired, with every
sparkle of life, desired, with every
breath and scent from your golden
hair. The hardest light to bear,
comes with pain and blindess, won’t
you know how, but through
them you will see the green leaves,
and the growing grass, water would
never have proved so precious.
I will be the lonely wanderer,
I will be the wretched beggar,
begging for love, begging to quest
happiness, I have been refused it.
Sailing, on fisherman boats,
from one dock to another,
no free ride I have ever seen.
But if the joourney pleasant has proved,
God, do make it last,
And from the lowest point
To the highest spot of this
Ashamingly empty universe,
I will praise you, through your
Creatures, I came to be enchanted by.