Roman Rain

The ground beneath my feet
Hides something dreary and unheard,
‘S just like your soul, so pure and sweet,
Absorbed the tribulations of the wicked world.
A joyless wretch, I sit in shade
Of desolated mighty cypress,
Entombed beneath the rustling foliage,
Immersed I am into reflections of you.
I lack you, I call you,
My dark thing.
I’ll come to console you,
My dark thing.
I’ll bleed and I’ll cry,
Oh, my wild thing.
So purely I love,
My everything.
You are the shadow of my grief and joy,
The echo of my soul’s every gust,
Each evanescent moment of this life
Immersed I am into reflections of you.
All that I need is just observing you,