Seeking

Within the mana of vacant halls,
the many shades  refuse to fall,
and none can claim their times of all,
Each seeks a time of wakeful calls.

For unto those times of past of gloom,
of helpless mourn in hopeful doom,
There lurks the dagger of beamless moons,
stabbing souls in heartless tombs.

And yet the line continues length,
Devouring hearts to gain its strength,
and feed on spirits to rid its taint,
but sees  those visions in every paint.

Of many panes I sees in mind,
I bring with me those various kinds,
To be my legs in sorrow pines,
to help me cope in wakeless whines.

behind a shade it seems that I,
Behold those thoughts of endless lies,
Mistrust them all in honest defies,
But truth be told that I do tie.

And though it be that things are so,
Or as it seem that I do know,
But I speak only on times of oh,
In passing rays from high to low.

For deep within I find myself,
In need of that in wholesome wealth,
Of dreams that ever avades in stealth,
The more I seek the more it melts.

So when will it that I will find,
That one I dream so heavenly divine,
The one who brings no sense of time
For eternal be our hearts combined.