Spirit And Its Mirror

Each hour bursts the spirit’s sleep

Tides polish stones

As winds hollow cliffs

Would you deny them the right to exist?


A human soul devoid of longing

Is a soul deformed

Dark clouds and rain, starless sky

Hell itself


Not to understand or be understood

I feel afflicted

Drag myself around

Although there’s nothing really wrong with me


If thou canst not love, what art thou?

Bear in mind the odd angle

The slant that the rays of love have to take

In order to reach a heart like mine