Brilliant Patience

Patience is the monument of brilliant light
Shining on lucky faces whose shapes are circles.
The sea is at bliss in forms of bespoken spells,
A drift is also the gift, a swift washing of the shores.
The lads who speak to clouds of dreams will witness
An eternal vision, coming from afar to their heads and hearts.
What is desire? Where is your face when light pours in?
It is only the heart of hills and mountains, of frozen wastes,
To adventure in lands of godliness, and powerful shadows.
Heat replaces cold, cold ignites a stronger and deeper blue,
So fire is scored by only the chained fiends of the times.
Patience is a virtue of the monumental success,
It releases its arrows on dying young, old men and gifted women.