I Will Rest Me Here

I will rest me here. Let the wind Neigh, the tempest carry Before them the heaven-clouds And all is frowning. Your smile, yellow-haired siren Comes in to the background: The night below as resting on The bosom of the sea where The moon rays play and swell. And I, I am Poet Seer of Night. Ghosts and Shrouds abound Pass by me, nonchalantly, And rattle their airy skeletons With no sound. So many times of these Things You sing and versify You say Yes Yes I retort and then fall mute Again. I let the around do the rest, The rest of the speaking. On the edge Thought of brain-mind Brims and shines Brilliant as a light house Yes Yes I retort and then fall mute Again The clouds are still there. The curse will not go, Should not.