I've been prone to hard daydream
sighing too long into night seams,
oils burning far past wondering..
.. will shadows lift my suffering?
I wade in mindspace not my own
embracing melancholia tones..
auratic touch grown fiercely cold..
.. will shadowed wing be all I hold?
[cursed Fates should never be so bold!]
My sorrow leaks as darkest rain,
most greedy bleed of warming waves
disguising hurtful silence lain.
Grasping at mantra, myth and name,
-convictions of a worthy pain-
through memories and blushing stains..
I chant my wishful neverwane..
.. to shadows.. wandering away.