RIMA VIII

When I see the blue horizon
          vanish in the distance
behind a shimmering cloud
          filled with gold,

it seems like I could rise from
          this wretched earth
and float in the golden clouds,
          dissolved into tiny
          particles like they are.

When I gaze into the depths
          of the sky at night
and see the stars tremble like shining
          eyes of fire,

it seems like I could climb
          to where they shine
and bathe in their light, and merge
          with them in a kiss
          of incandescent light.

In the sea of doubt through which I sail,
          I hardly know what I believe;
nevertheless, these desires tell me
          that I carry something
          divine here inside me!