Vesper

Oh, where have you taken me?
Is this your language,
the marks of your speech?

Reveal to me your metaphysics,
remind me of everything we agreed —
why ought I remember myself,
only amnesiac?

Why is the air so quiet,
yet I hear your voice the loudest?

Late in the hour, silver mourning,
you whisper to me of gold,
and why, I transmute myself
into your treasure.

Stranded princess,
You're here since I can remember.
Early as a boy, strangely exiled.
In an alien land, our human island.