FAIN

I heard you're coming,
betimes, I'm the most clarion soul,
I reject dolor and it goes asunder,
Right away breathing throu my ears,
Fain in the sky ,heretofore never end,
Your azure visage is prudence,
Because you sound jubilant and palpable,
You are the light in the heaven
transcending the region of the clouds,
Like a mellisonant and piquant of efflorescence.