me.

i am who i am- none cares nor bothers
you forsake me like a memory lost
the self consumer of own woes-
you rise and vanish in own's might.

where the stillness of silence and scorn are,
where the living seas of waking dreams stood
there is neither sense of life nor joy.
even with the vast shipwreck of my life's hopes
with the dearest i cherished most in sight.

longing for scenes where man hath never trod
a place where woman never smiled or kept
there, to abide with my creator J
and sleep as i in childhood sweetly slept
untainted and undaunted where i lie.
the grass below, the vaulted sky.