Healer of the sick

What shall I call this infantile
Attempt to capture hope
A'low this poet's web of words
Like children neath the dusk
Chasing Flies of fire Jar
In hand, Up hummock slopes
Wishing ever wishing To
Inhale its beauty's musk

Afore such beauty's sight be seen
Twain eyne inhaled the black
Coughing out repugnant smokes
Like sordid lums a'reek
Thole I didst amid the grips
Of hopeless dissonance
The voices O' the voices
Scream'd mine name athwart the thick

Upon mine sabrous knees I knelt
Lamenting to the God
Which since a lad, rebuked the man
then, calling thro' the fog
Into the deep I wailed aback
To glimpse a flick'ring flame
Which piously so piously
Began to hiss mine name

I know not why that flame alit
Nor why I chose to look
I only know I watched it dance
Beneath the wisping gloom
Mayhap 'twas 'magination
twisted neath the crag'ged ills
Which oft beset my mind still wet
from tears long since removed

Just then I brandished tward the stars
My glim'ring, sodden eyes
Demanding, if a god exist
To show me with a sign
The flame twas not enough to sway
An adamant belief
That I alone, traversed this world
A mindless, daunting thief

With that an orb of fire fleck'd
My searching, lonely sight
Swimming 'cross the velvet waves
Of lurid astral seas
With eager hands I plucked the jewel
to hold it in mine palm
effulgence of the gods for only me

For years I walked with fate
Hence glory in my shaking hands
Never to endow its treasure
Pon another's gaze
In lurid intervals I peek'd
Into mine shimm'ring palm
Aghast to see the orb with quiet rays

Until the day effronted pride
Allowed mine gift to fleck
The languid sight of sufferers
Once ailed as deep as me
And with each new bestowal
didst the star begin to breathe
Again it sent its radiance
for all illed eyes to see

This weak attempt to capture

something so brilliant

So etheric, makes me quiver

For I know no words can

Justly convey

The ocean which I've found