The train comes close, huffing a puff of gray
My heart a numb and shattered piece of ice
My back’s turned to her as she boards away
The last of her packages, her supplies
The clouds above a silver, hoary black
But when the train’s last cry the air did blade
I turned to look at it behind my back
But sadly far off like mist it did fade
But then an urge took over my wan heart
And I began to run after that train
Just like a famished wolf, just like a dart
But only then I realized I’m insane
For trying this fast train to catch, tis tough
A deed, just like trying to catch torn love

I see amid the dancing grass
    A shining, mellow, little rose
Such grandeur, such beauty she has
    A maiden thus, most grandiose

Her pose elegant yet frail
    Her hair a crimson net of sheen
Catching the stars falling pale
    Shining like clots of dew, pristine

Like maiden Spring, she is most fair
    Like summer, bright, yet shy and gray  
As winter, white, her crimson hair
    Are like the leaves by Autumn’s sway

And such marvels are all too few
    Of such marvel, no mortal knows
But I found it, I pluck, to you
     I give, a sign of love, this rose

We are the restless clouds that sift through night
    That speed and veil the graceful midnight moon
That pass across the stars, small jewels bright
    We are two clouds dressed in soft, snow-white plume

But even as we pass, we seem a pair
    O, most unfit and frightful, so I’d say
But e’en such thoughts won’t ever ***** love’s flare
    But e’en such thought won’t e’er veer love away

We are the restless clouds that break the mere
    Of sky, a perfect, untouched pane of blue
That pass the forests, that in our flight tear
    The lands, supine, the meadows cloaked in dew

We pass with the cool winds of purest dream
    We are two clouds that soar most high above
Each valley and each shadow-swallowed stream
    We are two clouds, bound with the force of love

Thy beauty can rival Venus’s own
Thou art as beauteous as morning rays
Thy blue eyes deep and bright as stars, alone
Caught in the fathomless ocean of space
Thy skin as soft and white as ivory
Thy lip as tender as the moonbeams, bright
Which kiss the mellow, gently flowing sea
A cobalt shade in the star-laden night
As bright art thou as the bright, blazing dawn
And as mellow and fair as Spring blossom
Thine hair, streams of molten gold fall upon
Like gold cascades, thy soft, gentle *****
    There’s no beauty as fair as thou now art
    Gorgeous in mind, in soul, in look, at heart

Those four souls bright, they cantered forth
They came, they shook the land
They took their guns, and fired north
And seized death’s toll in hand
They wielded blades, they sparred away
With foes on silent shore
And it was but one gruesome day
That left them there, those four

To look upon with guises, grave
Their swords, with blood, hued red
“Why must we be but so deprave
To leave our foes in darkness dead
They’re just the same as just are we
With children that miss they
And every night, in misery
They yearn to live a day

Why must we be the ones of sin
Why must we shed in gore
Why must we come, immoral, win
We’re not to fight e’ermore
We don’t care if you sentence us
We’re not going to ****
Killing is moral’s bitter loss
For G-d and human will'

When summer pierces earth and dying root,
And winds the golden-honeyed flowers sweep,
And liquor rays bathe every bud and shoot,
Newly awakened from the depths of sleep,
When pollen springs forth in white, seasoned clouds,
Miasmic dreams, like visions, pure and sweet,
When gentle rainy mist the land enshrouds,
And tiptoes cross the meads on silent feet,
When sweet, ambrosial bloom shall sprout and bud,
And throw their dreamy breaths to weave a sigh
And cast their milky sap, and sport sweet blood,
And touch the Heavens that bedight the sky,
    Tis time, when fresh and pure is all of love
    But still I worry, for seasons all move

With words as soft as falling rain
Upon a cloudy night
She said she loves me, once again
And that all is all right

Her voice like silk, most soft and free
With drum beats of her heart
But light that once fell upon me
Turns dark, joy that once wert

Withers to faint a flower dead
And words once soft as rain
Turn dark to bullets of gray lead
Turn dark since when he came

Now they pierce both my scarred, black ears
And my heart turns to ice
And same the coldest, frozen tears
That stream from out my eyes

I feel forlorn, I feel depressed
I walk, I walk alone
And once that beat from heart and breast
Now only beats my own

But maybe after gone is he
I could rejoice again
For you would love me just  for me
And not another man

Ye thorn, and jagged rock who blocks my way
Repentant sighs heard behind thy black wall
Open thine impervious path, ghosts away
To escape to love’s freedom, one and all
For once they were trapped within love’s remorse
A second chance they deserve at love and life
So quit thy play, open thine ashen doors
And offer them air, fruit of choices, rife
So they may wade in sweet the curling brine
Of the sea of liberty whose waters flock
Most sweet and cool to touch, in soul, divine
Open thine ashen doors, ye jagged rock
    So they may taste the juice of chances, sweet
    Free thy doors, ye rock shagg’d with dying ****

Down through the Alps, immortal, standing high
Whose feathers are the clouds of passing days
And whose sweet bosoms touch the milky sky
And whose faint breaths birth thick and gentle haze;
Upon the hills and valleys, laced with white
And brushed by bonnets of the passing clouds
There is beneath the mounts, a lovely sight:
Which please all mortal eyes: soft daisy crowds.
Of all unearthly, flowery June treasure
Of all the decors and bouquets of spring
Perchance, the fairest, by all equal measure
Yon daisies, in the moist glades, lingering
    And there where such soft blossoms dance and play
    Are you and I upon a summer day

I knew her long, most fair a maid
With smiles warm and bright
And hair of brass and eyes of jade
Which sparkled in the light

Of dewy morns and starry skies
Up o’er in mountain clime
And all that met within her eyes
Melted deep in love’s time

Her laugh was soft, her soul of mirth
And all the winds caressed
Her hair as trod she light on earth
Her heart with love’s unrest

Beat quickly on, forever on
And her eyes which gleamed green
Shined in the stars of waxing dawn
With lovely, crystal sheen

And I kept her within my heart
Forevermore and more
For she was art’s masterful art
She was my love, my core

Pure and cold as northern ice
    Yet naked as a tender flame
On golden shores beneath the skies
    I waited long but ne’er she came

Throughout the mellow morn and day
    And on the silent shore, alone
In the night when mists passed gray
    Through which the gentle moonbeams shone

But never arrived, never she came
    And snuffed gone lively once that burned
Love’s tender, warm and flickering flame
    For love has left and ne’er returned

And long I stood upon the shore
    Beneath the passing days and skies
Naked as a tender flame
    Pure and cold as northern ice