Etherial calm was sown by naiades  Vague delight  Dead wood's paleness, bygone...    O weightless thought  Microscopic darwins.  Particles of a cruel hour-glass  That's filled with empty seed.  Raining down a poet's grave    Earily thy sad wind roars  Blows and weaves on torrid shores  Careworn mermaids flicker grey  Elderly thy morn-boughs sway    When the oddest foe entwines me and ballads die away  When the witty moons pass by like habits  I'll starve in bleak dismay    Chasms whisper:  "Joy is numb...a fatal chalice...no escape"    Thou hath waltzed o'er pastures of frailty  With cygnets wrapped in moss  Murky day-dreams plague thee. O nadir  Thy energy disdained by sourness    Make thy loom of wisdom  Into a sprouting remedy  Be aware that thou shall mind  Thy timid orphaned naiades    A swarm of white owlets  To clear my lovesick heart