To My Unfading Sorrow

[A fragmentary scenario about crimson-scents and their manifold consequences for Utopia's flawless lily-oceans]
 Still I linger, gloom-wings emerge
 on pure marble nightyards
 we are chasing the crimson one
 Sorrow! My dearest wound
 caress me with thine silverclad hair
 Naked shadows, lucid hearse
 Clearings eclipsed by a nondescript curse
 Blind is the fool
 whose dawn was just a narrow room
 Ornamented fairy-birches
 Soul mirrorshrines
 Sometimes cries my inner flame:
 "Oh breathe these singing lines!"
 Seraphine, thou far gone gleam
 I vanquish thy numb claws of purple
 Cold thorns are growing
 all around thine wretched countenance
 "May your senses sleep when I touch you"
 Who dared to kiss a jester's hand
 while he raped my drunken violin?
 Blooming streams without water
 The paradox of our hopeless search?...NO!
 Roaming all alone through orchards in the dusk
 Scarlet universe of lily meadowgalaxies
 Here I shall bleed, on the mirror writing-road
 Only ardent knights unravel my mosaic
 Hark... weaver of storms!
 Hark... moonforged sanctity!
 "Why can't I stay with you, sole beam of light?
 Myriad bewildered thoughts orbit my sentiments!"
 ...sentiments turn to stone...
 Weinend ruht dein Marmorkleid
 auf elfen-zartem Grunde
 Lautlos tont das Silbenmeer
 aus deinem jungen Munde
 Bliebe uns ein Windhauch Zeit
 in auserwahlter Runde
 Kummerfalten bluhten leer
 und wir im Flammenbunde
 Listen to our saddened chords
 You've promised me to wait
 This ode to my unfading sorrow:
 A diary in minor-notes
 Suicidal astral trips through
 hallucination-galleries
 Spineless fairies sold their dreams
 in clairvoyant trance