Beyond This Tortured-Tutored Pain. Poem by Michael Gale

These days that thunder on by...Leaves me saddened as I tend to die.

Whilst I lie in a state of still...Will thy will, be it's shrilly thrill?

Begin I soon to venture by...Begin my journey that thus must lie.

Where after hath I went...How ever shalt I be spent.

My time is now at once upon me...Until my death beyond me be.

Will's ye be as done thy free? ...A flowering flowered grown to see.

A seedling bent unto the wind...A feeding of the well wished friend.

Heart ached sharp as to thy heart...This pain felt now, to else seen part.

Lessons of this tutored be...Be to thee, the one due thee.