Dear spitfire sparrow

Dear spitfire sparrow whose heart hammers fast,
Whose wings churn emptiness towards the light,
Who fills with silver song the vacant vast,
Herald an enduing love each dawn from night!

Cry down from harsher skies some mercy's dram
To green an ocean tarred in indifferent darks
That has no bright hint of what one love's love can,
That's never seen a sun lunging from a spark!

Sweet white ribbon swinging between the trees
As happiness blurrs you and my tears blind,
Take up love's song and Beatrice reprise
Whose breast sparked paradise in damned Dante's mind.

Sing until what singing saves is sane
And all my dark wet dread but unlighted gain.