A BEAM THAT AIDS..

Like words in stone and with black wings chanting
and whining out on the winds all day the word
and half the night,fanatic and absurd
mine be the friend less frequent in his shrills
who makes no bustle with my
souls affairs,whose wit can brighten up
a wintery day & chase the splenetic dull hours away..

Content on earth in earthly things to shine
I wait for the light the cosmos brings to make me devine
I enjoy those altitudes they teach and pluck
the essence within my reach
can hopes of peace bright prospects
of an hour that come to waft me out of sorrows power
obscure or quench a faculty
that finds its happiness soil in the serenest minds...

A beam that aids,but never grieves
the sight vigorious in age
as in the flush of my youth
Im always active on the side of truth
temperance and peace insure
its healthful state and make it
brightest at its latest date...

I pity men who feel the pain of fancied scorn
and undeserved disdain and bear the marks
upon a saddened face of needless shame,and self
imposed disgrace,our sensibilities are so acute
the fear of being silent makes us mute
we sometimes think we could speech produce
much to the purpose if our tongues were not
loose but being tried it dies upon dead lips..
Oh poetic I have become into this realm of Light
and form and should I return to whense I came
this realm is not home to my thoughts here..

©~Lefevre Lycias~