O' many times I wished to roam-
Between the burning starless skies;
With all my heart I thought was home,
And tawny tundra in my eyes-
Had sighed today, and wept alone
Redeemed by passions raunt demise.
All nature shouts to shade the morn-
While nestled in the hillock's breast,
The gaudy sun had shone the more,
To scorch the raptors with the rest;
While mellowed in the thought, I'd torn,
And mingled tears within the sweat.
The heavens peak to say "hello"
And hell returns its eloquence;
Dark clouds decline to die below,
O'er my cheek in recompense.
They wander too, yet less they know,
The facets of their innocence.
Haughty slopes, like wind on sails
Ere' captured silence like the rain,
Or weathered in their feeble rails,
Like golden faces lined in pain;
Though withered, still can ease the fails,
Of heart and soul renewed again.
I long to roam amidst the skies,
In tresses trimmed with amber-blue;
With heated rims of bleeding eyes,
Uncloaked to measure sense's truth
A fatal way to say "goodbye"
To life and love and things of youth-:
"Though dream I may, and die alone,
In time my heart will find it's home."
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