O Soul of Mine

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O Soul of Mine

Poem

What hast thou done O soul of mine,
To this venture why didst thou incline?
Always impudent wert thou, always impulsive,
Seeking danger terrain, thy habit compulsive.

What hast thou done O careless soul,
Consenting to division relinquishing the whole!
Such crude appetites to cherish fruits of Time
And fancy becomings without reason or rhyme.

What hast thou done O luminous fool,
Casting thyself in this gambit’s spell.
Canst thou not learn a whiff of restraint?
Always dreaming and immortally belligerent.

How dost thou tax this poor body
Cast from clay and soil, a produce shoddy.
Thy ideal’s song is coarse to old ears
Of thy earth-guardian for long years.

And most appalling thy mystic silence,
Always aloof and uncaring without repentance.
Does He not fetter thee, thy Sire unknowable,
How does He endure thee, His enfant terrible!

Of all the long cycles O soul of mine,
We have journeyed through tracks of time,
This the most reckless iteration ever taken,
My slender hope for thee is utterly broken.

O soul of mine, there are no more excursions
On earth and to worlds in Time no visitations. 
Behave as thou wilt, my decision is now firm,
I must chaperone thee to thy high Sire stern.

But now to thy flame am I the guardian,
To shield and nourish thee my daily burden.
How richly spoilt art thou in immortality,
Pampered by thy loving Sire for eternity!

But I, I have spent all coin of my patience,
For travails by thee I shall seek recompense. 
Speak for me for an employ by thy Sire,
Thy long debt settled I shall then consider.

Yet, O soul, I shall hold thee ever for a fool
In spite of thy Sire and thy station supernal.