Let It Not Poem by Yan Lee

Here i am again
trying to figure out
the countenance
regarding the impeccability
of your being
like fingers of the night
touching my dreams with delight
your there
in the pedestal
of the lighthouse
witnessing the sparklingly
glaring moonlit as your
face redeem
in occurrence
of the shadows of doubts cast
if your real,
unreachable,
my despondency
is not known to you
belittling oneself
Where to start?
Where will i go?
just to escape
the image of you
skeptical,
am i having a lucid interval?
do i need a mental examination?
or a court's intervention?
can't take this anymore
please,
just stop stealing my heart away! ! !