Every night I open my poetic window-book  Retired upon subdued lime trees  Pondering over me and you to fail again    Untimely sympathy for shallow layers  It puzzles temptress, starry-eyed  Will o' the wisp, exiled jester-daffodil    I am an elegiac herdsman lost within a woodpecker's stanza    Day by day I try to sow  Nothingness calls my name  Mankind - too blind    Yonder thy primrose path  And my shuddered face yellows with age  O venus-train, goodbye    Wayward play of gradual shades  Arclets fret over dogmas  (I long for) lavender-rivers  Clad in lavender blue    "Diversity is a motive wheel of life  and knowledge doesn't forge ahead  While you curse your private mistakes.  Do you really want to die alone?"    Lullabies in scourging deserts  searching for a windswept dawn  Fettered hawks on barren fells  There are no hiding places    An opaque tangle of unbearable echoes  determines the soliloquies shining faintly  through dim corridors    No one can tell what I have felt...  What I will feel...where I might go...  For life has touched my promise path.  thy shuddered facelet