MY SPIRIT

My spirit and I are one
For we reverie the same
Of soul finally resting in peace,

My mind and heart are disparate
But both feelings unchanged,
Mind suffering misery
Whilst heart suffering ache,

There is no enchantment anymore,
No more miracles expected,
My soul fears to die as I have always been a loner,
As at sea with the wind, birds fly
But on shore
A solitary figure rests.

My listless soul subsides
On a muddy soil
As if to try and bury the body
Without any customary funeral,