Harbor not some old remorse, most left unfolded,
harshly cast behind some unconscious holding,
not those distant tales of long lost yearnings,
or mistakes that come on heart’s reemerging.

set aside what crosses over most horizons.

tears and fears will escape from an unborn eclipse,
a flashing crown beholds the moon’s soft kiss,
and the sun does warm what seems so cold,
while darkness fades from the night’s lost soul.