My Poet's Soul

What can I do, oh what can I be?
clichés of questions still bothering me
Where will I go, when will time come?
bothering questions redundant to some

I'm a wondering seeker that finally found
the glory unfolded right in my hand
with warming red light and soothing blue sound
the stone of the sadness in me turned to sand

Yet the stone was my love, for as much as it hurt
I used it for good, and I felt softly girt
by warming red light and soothing blue sound
that were different from those I have finally found

The key to my heart is a sad lullaby
that reminds me of pain and of fear of the dark
I love to be nostalgic and sometimes like to cry
it's my poet's soul on which I freely embark

But with you I feel whole, I feel loved and at home
when you enter the room, all my sadness is gone
I love you too, on orange days in the gloam
But sometimes I prefer dusk to the dawn