I Heard You in a Vignette

I heard you in a vignette: an afflatus run wild. The lambent
Twilight grew wings, drifting upon frequencies. Such yen,
A fervent heart; and such death, a rising storm. And depth
The antre, lives a whisper, even a seaquake; and there you
Breathe: such ablaze, my arc and tare: such fever, my
Lambent twilight. And I dare grip the flame; I dare sear the
Future; for love, flawed and uncut, raw as an unborn welt.

My weal and bliss, scent of amber, an auburn leaf: I, hereby,
Consecrate a turquoise sky; for eyes of sapphire, drill into
A ghostly wave. Thus the vizard but a lucid tear. And ferric
Spears, pierce the heart, an infinite probe. My weal and bliss,
The future has perished, a broken shadow, for maiden fair,
Tore the soul. Hence the myrrh, a solemn scent, where I
Ponder, the lambent voice.    

Lambent=(of light or fire) flickering softly.
Twilight=a state of ambiguity.
Vizard=Shakespearean term meaning mask, and/or, disguise.