You filled my life, curled behind unexpressed love Ne'er found heaven's gilded traces of sky, In silver faces of clouds, there are none Visible to golden sun, its naked eye My deep ravines long for her warm gaze Day by day, night grows old and forgettable Like frightened, bare trees with cold shade, underneath If pain left behind should tumble and toss on surface The trees twisted into complete clairvoyance, instead Scurry of restless winds amidst the red leaves My mind shall know it's rest place with the old forests Like immortal ghosts resting through tides of peace Yet, hearts will yearn for a youthful sunlit scene I know within forests, my mind is free
"In what distant deeps or skies. Burnt the fire of thine eyes? On what wings dare he aspire? What the hand, dare seize the fire?" -William Blake