Upon this faraway of a Sunday's Shine
we left our apostasy on the altar's line
a small perfection of old adoration still
our memory's obstructive red wine spill

Very old voices of this dusk will enjoin
an offer of surmises, a tossed-up coin
images we have left airy ghostly twine
for a second principle, you were mine

I shall depart far seas of our Holiday
cast of remembrances never dismay
adorned a garland time we will surpass
my image and my vivid remembrance

Beguiled will be this world mundane
dimensions' adoration of worlds vain
esteem a honeycomb sweet beehive
never end this dream allegory's strive

Our images of two kids in asymptotes
trajectories of souls on laced shores
far are my calls of apocopy tangents
two forms embraced, in tidal garments
(I shall depart far seas of our Holiday)------>(I shall depart fοr shores οf ουr Holiday) Sorry аbουt іt.