And Yet I Die

I see the stars sparkling so bright,
Within the moon kissed sky.
I hear the lark so sweetly sing,
Admidst the morning dawn.
I smell the flower full in bloom,
And see there royal pomp.

And yet some place so deep within,
I'm shrouded and I'm closed.
the brilliance there i can't see,
in mists of misery.
Enshrined inside, unable thus,
To touch the warmth without.

I gaze upon this passion spent,
And yet ... inside i die.