In the midst of life I am in death*

I am hunger's slave alone on a feathery bed
Whipped by life's looters, robbed of desires
Dreams are dreams, warmth a mere jest
In the midst of life, I am in death

Crave do not, hope will not, life a humongous naught
Hunger reigns whilst my soul tarries
Drown in slumber, the yet to come death
In the land of spirits I am with flesh

Diamond worth tears wasted at nights
Urge me to put an end to this misery
The eternal sleep, shall be the only solace
In the midst of life I am in death...


*- - - - Book of Common Prayer "The Burial of the Dead" (1662)

Love for me is...

In the reign of love whence hope is born
In a tear I dwell, smile's best friend
Am weary of bars, in past and to come
On a feather I float over the mount of doom

A tease the beguiling sun is, the moon a rouge
Morbid the heart is, thoughts a wondrous refuge
Prudence a mere solace, Oh! sweet is the folly
Stifling the uttered is, soothing the word sorry

Odor to fragrance, bitter to sweet, blindly truth to lie
I willingly drown in the ocean of dreams, innocent, cheap on sly
Lo! the sweet torture, Behold the kingdom of hearts
In a blue bubble I fly, above the land it ends where it starts

In Me Thee Live

Shadows of life taileth thee
I cast eyes on the sun
Exiled in death, still thirsty to prove
Red is the skies, life's pawn!

The sphere of life gloweth in thee
I hear the waves of the dead sea
Call of the wind, cramped under life's hooves
On all fours beggeth to be set free

Hope rekindled, I stand alone
Desert behind harsh and cruel
Psalms, laments secluded forlorn
Thou art the breath in my soul