In Time I Sing

 In time I sing a song with spirit

For a longing so near it

That the pleasures they possess

In here increase in flesh

Love to bring my days with ease

All ways to please

By your charms

Unless you save me in your arms.

But my heart is worn

By your woeful scorn

I shall perish at thy breast

For I can no longer 

Feel comfort in my rest.

A Parting Sigh

 When I am free

Where'er I do fly

I am beneath so far,

Mine soul does cry.

All is lost

Joy ephemeral

O gone is my bliss

With sorrow I do kiss

Your timorous being.

Disgorge my overflowing heart

As such can I never salvage

My efflorescent mind.

But then my blissful soul you prove

Pleasures and pain you move.

O pity me

If by constant tenderness

Ah! Cruel evening breeze

Which made me freeze!

Sorrow is my friend

Sleeping there at my end

Never wanting for a parting sigh

I fall and softly die.

My Longing Alone

Be still my subtle muse
All sorrow is nigh
My soul cannot refuse
A suffering woeful sigh.

In mourning with the sacred muses
Pity the soul which scorn chooses.

Now tolls the bell
Sweetly ringing goes
Into my breast
My weary self to rest.

Awake the knelling of a calling
My sweet heart felling
All my sinful sighs
Cannot tie
A broken mind
To itself in esse unkind.

Softly
Sings my song
Love is
Through Death piping my longing alone.

While I in Grief

While I in grief

My silent spirit goes

Do all my torments bestow

No restful cares below.

For I am plagued with strife-

Within the shadows and the light-

Where all your pains are eased

A comfort I do not know.

While I in grief

No visions of relief

What sorrow I do feel

Surpassing all that is real.

And to my sorrows near

An element of fear

Climbs into my heart

My unknown to start.

Soon I fall into a part

Of Death-

That cannot lead to rest.

A fitful maze

I climb anew

And cheerful notes

Are but few.

Time brings a tolling knell

Around this terrible thing I tell

When all is lost I see

A soulful place to be.

O hear my call!

O see my fate

With darkened memories I will wait

For me to fall

Into Death's wiley charms.

While I in grief

My silent spirit goes

Do all my torments bestow

No restful cares below.

Not all my Torments

 Not all my torments

Will your pity move

All my cares

Does your cold heart remove.

A subtle torment-

You do me wrong

A torture O so long!

In sorrow I sing this song-

Your heart does mine great scorn

For pleasures you greatly remove

A final sigh does not improve

A weary soul-

Is worn.

A final call to life

Within my hour of strife

A tolling bell-

A resounding knell-

For I will fall until I die.

And you may be the why-

And when-

I don't return again.

Not all my torments

Will your pity move

All my cares

Does your cold heart remove.

When Fate Calls

When I am at rest,

My mind goes down below

All the pleasures they bestow

Unwelcome guests.

On a rock I rest 

The tide threatening

To take me

Where I know best.

At once I am called to that place so deep

With ease I have wept

A comfort where I slept.

Falling-

My way calling

To an endless turning

My soul surely burning

For when fate calls you

You go to certain misery.

Round and round

Floating and yearning

O my Dear!

O my Dear!

Gently falling

When I am at rest,

My mind goes down below

All the pleasures they bestow

Unwelcome guests.

Now Canst Thou Hear

 Now canst thou hear

O all manners of delight

Shaped with bosom near

All brass and bright.

With great nature I adore

What can'tst I bear I ignore

For ether is unveiled

Is surely Day quite revealed?

Longing for to love today,

I mourn and weep- 

Unfound my way.

And in that curse I find myself-

A cry to keep-

Inside, my mirth.

Joy is nigh where great grief waits

All hung above in my fates

And to this life I see

A reflection that is me.

All lost is what I see

A tune that's longing to be free

With joy a distant memory,

I fall into the darkened sea.

Music is a soothing care

Where I follow it near to there

A somber sleep with me does fall

With voices' shadows me do call.

And if I slumber before I dare

To dream up high 

All in the air.

The sun falls down and tells the tale

Of around my mournful fate

To which I cannot escape.

So where the metal horns do sound

A cry!   And wrap around

I hear their great delight

But I am fallen back in time

My mind and self only mine.

A day will come 

When I will pass a weary trodden path

And I will choose which way I go

A hand my own self soothes

And I will come again to this place anew.