DROWNED IN SORROW
Like tortured trees espaliered
and set in comb-toothed corridors
with misty dreams, his winged desires
frustrated deep in wisdoms store
restrained by banks of trickling streams
conceding to the sea.
A chilled sarcophagus sky looks down
in depths within his silent realm
where ancient gods cast forth their spells
and mediaeval devils haunt
the void that lives within his heart
now filled with sands of grief.
Immersed in dark infinity
and though he knows no gladsome day
beyond the realm where thinking stopped
a glimmering light invades the waves
to paint the jaws of purgatory
and offer joys of paradise.