Last night in you I basked,
For the night though long delighted the masked,
I have returned to who always was,
For the ashes of the cause,
Had in its time brought forth the new.
In the vast have I wandered,
Seeking not the squandered,
But the one of no existence,
This all but evaded my presence,
As I trod the path of oblivion.
But amidst life’s gloom,
Is that speck of every ready moon,
That softly lights the inner path,
Of what has always sought the bath,
To expose the hidden jewel delight.