In that evening, with grave flounders of old,
something extremely changed the atmosphere,
here, on the earthly age, from darkness and loam,
and within neighbouring lunar realms, of up sphere,
the world has acquired carats
that overawed any balance.

From silver were made, oh, the treads, the foreheads
chaste witnesses at universe’s markings
But we were finding each other from half-darks, redeemed,
like two creatures from silk in walking.

At that high hour, of heavenly alchemy,
we bound down the moon and another some stars,
to spin around
our hearts.