Delirium Poem by Kieran Sam

Today, in this bleak twilight
I fall down into despair
Dark clouds shadowed
Over my dim lit valley.

As a youth, I roamed on this hill
full of hopes
with a song on my lips,
To the nightingale, I would pair,
And Against the mountain breeze
through fireflies from the brook
I would run, to the elm tree
in the white night;
For the gaze of a full moon
from that hilltop,
And glowing silver-blue clouds
Lighting up summer skies;
Then like an addict, I'd fall
In a delirium of a looming poesy;
It's hard to paint in words
when many things I
Seek now are lost
in this bleak twilight.