Perpetually Lost

Of the many roads that I have taken the many words which I have forsaken Never could my passion bring The lonely heart from which my cistern drinks Gloom, the comfort of my tears Tears, the instrument of my fears Fear, the ransom paid of daring to dream Dreams, the reward for all my gloomy ideals Come! Feel the bronzie-blood upon my sleeves Tilting Forcibly in  that brazen breeze Groaning for you to release thee Begging in silence, pleading  devotee....           Floating,                      Hoping,                                   Wandering,                                                Despairing                                                  ,Fearing                                      ,Soothing                           ,Exhaling             , Calming ... Once again, once, .... again What more can I attain Must I dare to say Drifting,                 slowly,                              dis-mem-ber-ed  prey Date : 4 Feb 2016 ( Inspired by Beethovens Moonlight Sonata )