My heart aches a numb and lonely pain
As though a sad elixir were shot through.
A pale faced melancholy rises evaporating
rivers of sentimental happiness.

The winged leaves of nature
Sing the notes of spring, summer, autumn
And winter in instrumental ease.

It’s as if at birth I was given a dose
Of negative capability and even in this death
Of life my poetic mind it is tinged with a glimmer.

Flying in this moment on wheel-chaired chariots.
I feel the flowers at my feet and the rains upon
my brow embalmed in un-adopted darkness
within this waking dream