Dimming Light

Jeopardizing frailty
take hold of not me,
but disperse upon settling thoughts,
those fields where arouse not yet met.

Compensate forth
a dear like friend,

atone fruitfully
the strength withdrawn from my grasp
when the mere sight of light
lifted my kind,

that period of grace
doomed to swell in an unkind manner,
that period of grace
contemplating falsifier takes.

For seasoned waits
have time again exposed pearled care,
wringing forth a shade of despair;

porcelain shell
wraps immobile countless days,
where silking touch cannot compensate
for my stolen, awaiting state.

Again alone,
engulfing drapes drown dreams,
dreams realistic in being seemed.
One,

one not found,
no wholesome attire draws existence,
for there I wake
upon no baring sun to lead me forth, to bare me care.