Night Is Far Spent Poem by Samuel Leumas

The night is far spent
Let's find our way home
Before time goes ahead;
Come quickly before the hour of bliss
Before the midnight bell will toll
Before the host of Love.

Let's gather our smiles
In the basket of mirth
Searching for spangles in the sky
Walking home exchanging kisses.

Darling, dearest among saints
Always remember the beauty that comes
After burning colours,
There is an aromatic room of scents
Kept for us
Where beloved of myrtle
She taught the sweetness of nature;
Where we shall know butterflies,
The flower amid insects
The stars,
The flowers amid the lights of the sky
And tone
The flower in the voice.

It's the blue scent of your smiles
And the sky-blue of your Love
We'll be counting on you to light the night
Where darkness will fear to near
And Where fear will fail to make.

We shall visit the sanctuary of devotion
Pour our emotion on the altar
With alto stream
Flowing, whereupon our Love will float to gaiety.

We shall go into the chamber to pray to Love
To guide us with seraphic guardian angels
To our blue bed of bluebells
For us to find the blue lagoon of dreams.

We'll make a collection of Love
And a Paradise,
Where Love has dominion
In the innermost part of our hearts.

Dearest, the night is far spent
Let's gather melodies of the moon
Let's find the scent of songs
And walk home with a host of Love
Saints