Thy Sunlight, Silhouetted, At Thy, Pitied, Door... Poem by Michael Gale

Thy sunlight silhouetted at thy, pitied door...
Thy renewed moon beams, yet,
less, transfigured, time a more.

Time a more, yet thy pour...
Ignore this ignorant spore.

Ignorant spore, doomed, be bore...
Make me sleep, less yet to abhorred, snore.

Rest this sleep induced bore...
Shore me not, not thee soar.

Soaring deep into slumbered land...
Be it best, yon idled hand.

Light, light, disheartened shroud...
Billowy settled, unsettled loud.

Lowly bent as blown this cloud...
Vastly debt, be not thee, proud.

Lowered death, slower-ed time...
Bequeath ye friends, as stilled, ye prime.

Rap, rap, be knocking by me door..
No naught, thy aging and decrepit, sad, fed poor.

Light, light, this darkened desolate yearning...
No such, unenlightened, diffused-burning.

Dark, darkest-silenced secret...
No more light, darkest fright.

Begone, thy dawn dented night...
Hallowed and horrid, sight.

All night...
Lonely blight.