Overcome, as I might, The candles of the past That light their way back to an eclipse Of all my memories stored in an urn, Where titles are burned to scarlet flesh, As eyes are more the shadows Than the pages of history. I am facing the tides of the future That whelm me in moments of doubt. I see a woman who faces me, Claims me as a friend. To which direction do I enter the field To reach for the cup that fills my tears? To which direction Do I say that she can remain? All of bliss, All beauties, All families that speak as they might In the unison of one. I am still too deep in my well To hope for anything beyond Hell. One who waits by a candlelight Cannot hope to see me, beyond the fright Of my own complexion, Of my own insurrection. I nail myself upon the cross That holds me sideways. I want to kiss, as I want to breathe In the vapor through exhausted lungs. Is it still too much to decide The worth of something other than sheer pride? I find myself crawling towards a tide Where dreams shut themselves, upon my side. I am shot down in the frozen lane, Misunderstood, misinterpreted, in broadest pain.