Is There A Shade From Your Piecing Light Poem by Kevin Hulme

Is there a Shade from your piecing light,
It stifles and oppresses my senses
As you reside in all objects and Sound.
Delirium so shakes both my Sun and
Starry hours into a life of unrest;
For when I see the good Orb rise and set
It's your Spirit that starts and ends the day.
And I find in the pleasures that soothes cares,
Your the ‘Spring' the ‘Red Priest' gave Devine voice,
The Love binding Verse of Byronic Ode,
Blinding Shock of ‘Turner' In airy flight,
Your Spector reigns through the pages of all
Romantic Prose I read with longing Heart.
For Women what Conjury do you cast;
I'm starved of all stability of mind,
You are the Life-Blood of these passing days
Which all fades into meaningless dry dust,
How like a helpless Reed in Winters Storm
I am tossed and cast by your mute Black Arts.