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
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