Dreaming for nine years
Although I became dazed by my fears

However an old tenacity’s arising
Could make for an affair quite surprising

Though I'm afraid to lose yet again
To the cursed words of meddling men
Afraid the spark will die
And once again my heart will lie

I wish I did not have to wait
                                                   On time to tell...
If my spirit will endure or dispel

O Thou whose angel is in the holy place
Of human souls dwells there for a space.
Which from that quarter once conveyed,
To be to deep daedal daytime displayed,

Doth be lost, vanish, and leave behind
Mere barren and void of ****** mind,
Which froward urge doth seek in vain
With random desires to furnish again!

O Thou that in our torn rib cage shrine
Dost dwell desolate, obscure, but divine!
I thought to murmur, I resolved to say,
"The beacon is here, witness the way."
The cry was thus, and thus the Word,
And thus I saw, and aye! Thus I heard.

a day is too long
for old people
they rebel
the statement
Life is too short….