Desire

Colder than ice, darker than night

her misty glare rises around.

Saw if I breathed in death in sight,

ascending on the coffin crown'd.

The Poet, with the faithful moon,

remains mystified by her eye-

Amazed by her beautiful tune,

yet unsure of the reason why.

His controversial sentiment

was hard to be rationalized.

Through confusion was contentment,

but it couldn't be naturalized.

Trees shook with the air of her speech 

Aroused a dream by that dear sound,

Through the near path he cannot reach,

The weight of love was why he drowned