The Debate Of Love and Death

In a home of everlasting night,
Fantasy held its source,
And mounted upon lifes first desire;
A desire to see the Home
With a vision of joy,
And deepen the joy within a vision of dream

Unknown to the vast life,
Love crept behind and came out of vision,
And resounded to the sleeping soul
"Love is not an illusion but a feeling with a vision"
Now who helps the heart beat?
Who awakens the drowsy heat?

The heavens do not help sweet sufferings
Oh!,What, Love is a miraculous feeling,
Miraculous feeling in the thinking light,
And an estatic fantasy in the dreaming dark,
A Dark's dream;
Hoping to still last and love?

When the woman answered not!
In the home of everlasting night,
Dream grieves its home to grave,
Finding its fantasy within,
The dark of dream and light of thought,
Towards love they no longer fought!