Nadir (My Best Wishes)

Specters of wood,
Sighs discordant now
The clouds smold'ring ash,
So foolishly proud.

Sweet nectar of life,
Made bitter by rage,
Under a ground swathed in mist,
My best wishes untamed.

The goldmist wind,
Hissing through sweet briar leaves,
So cruel vinaceous sky,
Look not on this scene.

Still stiff with strength,
Bleached white in forfeit,
Cast along the bank,
These are my best wishes.

On bayberry grass,
Sweet like the past,
Under Bokhara Sun,
They'll wither at last.

Byzantium veins creep
'cross celadon orbs,
Sink without a trace,
A cold and arcane peace.

And mournful spir't,
Hovering over deep Medici corpse,
Cling to the last strands of ether,
But this is no loss.

My last gift to you, brother,
Hidden from Mother's lynxes. Just
Enjoy this last swan song.
These are my best wishes.