Wayward Soul

Woeful wandering wayward soul Hither-thither you go to a place so lonely and cold Dwelling and sometimes reveling in a sunken place Hither you go, leaving a dark trace Wandering and wavering, so capricious Aimless and shift less, so pernicious Traveling this plane in search or maybe not But during this course what surely can be seen is pain Rest wayward, soul, won't you? Salient feeble eyes speak so much longing for a moment to see anew On the nature of daylight So entropic! The crushing blows of thunderous midnight O, somber cello playing as the piercing violin harpoons the heart In search of refuge and a new start Strings of melancholy so dark and cold Void of light, what 'was' remains old No rest now ends and begins to fold A vessel of unrest, old, weary wayward soul