When a thing of beauty and serene sleeps
I alone **** out weeping faceless prayers
And disturbed lands of casted out eternity
And measure worth in sordid affairs
Wishing time lay for this transience and hope
Because I do not, I do not hope to possess
For desire is nothing more than death's endless rope
I sigh ignorant of my hopelessness
Always wondering the endless consequence
Then understand the true measure of myself
And heavily tell the sad reminiscence
Haply, I think my heart moved at twilight
Like a ghostly tree spreading its leaves
From the taint of twigs leaving a spectral sight