MURK

My eyes haven't been sodden for senility,
O entity,for this alibi only,
come and captivate them with soggy rain,
make my spirit brume,make them murk now...
I'm all lorn,
make it tears and vale,
these breath of life... scud...

All those lampyrid of mine,
my sunshine,my destine,
Where they were all dissipated?
Where they were all disoriented?
There are jillions of walls,
and not a discrete door,
At least tell me the avenue,
for the breeze to come through,
The heart is as if ceased,
make it fidgety,
make these blue moon billow...

On my patio,never came,
any shadow of radiance,
Fount of sleep,
sneak away untouched from my night tides,
There is no usher to show the trail,
nor any brigand,
It's just my fissures,
and my own cape,
These night falls are hollow,
fill some bustling in sleet,
make these senility haze...