Lament for my soul

When I dream of things outside my view
Of the world, and its things that appeal
To the waves in the sea,
And the shadows at night,
To my lover so grave,
By the fingers so taut,
I then forget my troubles near,
Seeing you, quaint sorrows bleed with fear.


Outside the world is drawn by lines
Silhouettes of the motions before
With rapid heartbeats, it quakes,
Constrained emotion tread by those
Who run with their breathing in sync.
They escape the cage that kept
My breathing haggard with doubt,
My eyes glazed with endless days with endless bouts.


I patiently watch my life before me dull.
The moon wanes and waxes with ease,
But my cystic pain throbs my heart as I cry,
"I envy moon and sun, who revolve with faith
And certainty clear, who belong! I want
The satisfaction, beauty, clarity felt by
So many before me, so show me mercy, soul!"
But buckled, and wept to sleep with sobs of lost goals.


When I carry on, stitch my mis'ry where only I can see,
Denying, pushing, hiding from you,
My smile reflects the night's moon
The shadows quake from strength I bear
The muscles contract in your presence, where
I remember to disguise for a while
And project my hopes and hidden heartache
The ones that waken me from foggy action,
As my heart relapses slowly again into contraction.