• I myself
    Found the lacking essence
    Did dip full my sick soul
    In waning chiaroscuro.
    These troubled waters
    Quake the profound,
    And thoughts illuminate
    The shadowed path...

    I could not bear it.
    I could not keep it.
    Why place me here
    Where infested pang
    Writhes my stomach?
    Too hot to cold,
    To handle here.
    There. Can be,
    Yet nothing done.

    Turn unto other ways
    Dear love,
    Turn to other ways
    Until at once
    Patience finds me
    Crouched in a deep corner
    Where penumbra embraces.

    I myself
    Found the lacking essence
    Did dip full my sick soul
    In waning chiaroscuro
    And wanting more than could give,
    Did I pause to see the sky
    Much brighter.
    Did the moon shine down
    Much softer.
    Much gentler.
    The path now lit only by grace.