Of Falcony

Of Falcony
a lo divino

Upon
a quest of love,
hope sturdy and steadfast,
I flew so high, so high,
I caught the prey at last.

In this divine affair,
to triumph-if I might
I had to soar so high
I vanished out of sight.
Yet in the same ascent
my wings were failing fast
but love arose so high
I caught the prey at last.

Just when this flight of mine
had reached its highest mark,
my eyes were dazzled so I conquered in the dark.
I gave a blind black surge
for love-myself surpassed!
and went so high, so high
I caught the prey at last.

The higher up I went
there, in this dizzy game,
the lowerI appeared,
more humble, weak, and lame.
I cried, But none can win!