Sometimes there is so much beauty that my heart cannot take
it...
It feels like it's about to explode.
Then I burst in tears and hope for someone capable of
conceiving it.

It is like believing in a higher manner of living,
Where the beauty of the soul finds eyes to charm...
Where crying finds ears to sadden.
Where word is spoken from the heart
And human beings of true clarity find their counterparts.
I vanish up there in the land of hope,
Where they congregate, the noblest souls.

Ere I could perceive this atmosphere, oh so suave,
I hear it again; it's bringing me down, that cruel laugh.
They deny The Beauty and despise it faithlessly ...
But, for the mortal, so willfully blind,
How could I describe the light blazing so bright?
How could the deaf dip in the ennobling harmony?
How could silence shout down this dissonant symphony?

Now all lulled around; I'm fallen. And here I'm, down
lying,
Though broken in my soul, yet still smiling,
Knowing that The Beauty on me had been and will be gazing
With a sincere glance so pure, so amazing.
A teardrop bids farewell to my eye and rolls down on my
face,
I'm so delighted that I've ever been to that place,
.Now in the tranquility of mind I lay my head on the grave