Divinity's Prayer

thinking over lost youth

When the dawn of my youth
aspires to the heights
of conceited time
then will I know
the revelation of my sadness
for Winters nights
have come and gone
and still the celibacy
of my sin lingers in
the ever-present throes of my mind-

Hast not chaste divinity
been my vagrant friend
and nearer to me
than the rain-kissed roses
of prose and summer nights
but deaths dishonor
befalls angels only once
and shadows disdained
are reawakened with
a single prayer-

So give to the night her silence
and to the day thy smiles
but give to life her beauty
things relevant and most worthwhile-