I'M

I'm the writer of my yarn I am the painter of my doom Thousands of phantoms here me warn From opened window of my room They walk and crawl in lane in hall As if they from the heavens fall They gazed and gazed but can not talk As if there is an icy wall Between the time of mirth and me That not the wounds of soul can see My haunted haunted lanes of heart! Thou haunted by the soul divine? O lines of hands He on thee wrought And filled The eyes with Eden wine I'm the scent of Eden blooms That faint with fear of horrid Dooms I'm the sheen of starry beams That paint on canvas all my dreams I'm not sad, not I complain Of patching lips of lack of rain My rein is in the hands of God The first last, the Eden Lord By Eve and Adam lost in pain O angels we should it regain That seat in dale of mirth and Glee Where soul will pray in sun in rain And float on gusts of wind so free I'm the part of soul that gives The throbe to heart the life to death I'm the heart of all that lives On earth in winds in ocean depth