Who I Am

I What further seeds of wisdom need I seek When all my thoughts are yet mean and bleak; When endless knowledge results not in truth, Nor in sagacity, but in a shadowy, endless room? I have pursued the infinite, whispering wind. To what end? May I still sadly belate. To watch my fears slowly, softly take me hold, Or silently to behold the swirling tides explode. What more use have I in picking flowers If I should only to stand to wait beside the hours, The days, each second counting the soul: Wasted, gone with everything before my eyes unknown. All doubts duly teaming tear my fragile sanity from sight As the lethargy, committing me to early death, delights. As for you, quick death, could I breath anew? Or, would again my doubts continue to ensue? Happiness, in lively step I should cheer; Melting to pure ecstasy would my memories but leave me here, But these shadows beyond should conspire to pull me back. Damn this eternity! Damn this wretched, infernal trap! No other bonds, indeed, desp

I Should I wait to tell you too late (or not at all) How you are the one who I love I have thoughts of no other man Only you should make me happy or sad But as I debate, time turns her naked eyes Forcing me to face this vacant life Where, without you, the memories dully line the walls In a chamber as empty as it is small I have no desire to forget this fire For the passion which keeps me awake each night Which harkens your face to my mind Has stirred the true spirit inside Yet, the fear and doubt do never cease I cannot banish them by any pleas Would I rather to let you go, Then to allow my heart to show? Rejection is a constant barrier to my designs, To these facts of love I try to hide After all, if I am unsure of myself Why should I put us both through hell But purity does not guide me from you For my departure is one of the two evils I choose No matter if we were really meant to be Nothing can take me from this path I lead II My dear, I can but call you here Any other sign could te