"Faded Soul"
It was at one night...My Saviour appear
upon to me. I can't say, can't say from where
He appears out of --- of margin or ocean blue,
I can't say why nor how,
O, it weren't a vision, it weren't
waves --- no wings ---
but th' eave-silk honey moth dropped,
and th' vapour perconcieved Death
alone, from th' burnt stone
over a vehement Levin,
or sanguine arrows,
I came before Him with no soul
and still He loved me.
I can't assume what I believe,
my heart gave
a-way
the pallid glare,
and again I've felt th' burning given
wretchedness or faint-hands,
and He guide me my path,
hovering
th' abyss
from where I sung th' first psalm,
Psalm, with no shepherd here, just
myself,
a faded soul
of nothing no one knows,
and thus I kept gaze on
th' Elysian
captivated
yet free,
seraphs,
oscillating vineyards,
umbrageous feathers,
Rippled
along hairs, bullets and roses,
th' starry mark and constellations,
But me, an inconsequential void,
dead inside th' depths of
holes,
odium, rage with
sheer misery,
felt th' piece of His halo touched;
and until th' faded soul emerges,
Life without a soul will never emerge again.