My Stella- No -44

My stella 44 Thy lap is my rest In the forest of life a selfless empty shell, An arbor of dandelion, A corny storm that whizzes within clump, A shower that bears no upshot. I am a mind crimped and careless. The morning sloppy and poahy with vapour smothered with dewy delphinium. The noon full of saliva oozes from collyrium Of loose cloud, The evening is dull and dejected, Cimmerian and bestowal of leak water. The night is wonky and pendulous for thunder peal. No light no gleam or beam or off and on flashing and lightning. It is all raining, My life is a raining rainforest with no hope to Inhere. Thou art and alone thou, my silver-lining, The warmth of heart and radiating luminosity, The joy of life and hope in pain, and in thy lap My everlasting sleep.