Is it thy will to mold a soul broken?
Mine own heavy heart knows thine weariness,
For thou can’t accept a kind one’s token
While sorrows bathe mine eyes in teariness.
Such desire doth find me without slumber,
Where jealousy leads to failed returns
That fade to black that shadows encumber
To expose jaded lies where ill will burns.
But peering into the glass of my soul,
Sunlight shines upon emerald gardens
Methinks no finer dwelling doth enroll,
Such favored fortune worthy of pardons
Where spirit doth love so out of control,
Painting my days bright with life ever whole.