I Dwell In Possibilities .

It Is Finished, Is Never Said Of Us

Truth - Is As Old As God-.

The Mountain At A Given Distance In Amber Lies; Approached, The Amber Flits A Little,-- And That's The Skies!

The Power To Console Is Not Within Corporeal Reach - Though Its Attempt Is Precious.

Proud Of My Broken Heart Since Thou Didst Break It, Proud Of The Pain I Did Not Feel Till Thee, Proud Of My Night Since Thou With Moons Dost Slake It, Not To Partake Thy Passion, My Humility.