Les Mouches Fantastiques (amateur journal)/May 1918/Lights

Lights!
Lights everywhere, like the sobs of the world,
Piercing the night with fierce intensity.
O lights, why do you burn?
Who has lit you, and left you,
That you may burn eternally?
Shall you never be extinguished, O lights,
Shall you never go down utterly into the darkness?

Even the moon hangs out her lights.
In the garden of the night
They glow faintly, as stars, and I
Regard them.

And this light that is lit in my soul --
Shall it burn forever?
I shall be quite gone in that forever,
Only the light.....

The light that you have lit in my soul
Is so intense.