Analysis of Delirium

Today, in this bleak twilight
I fall down into despair
Dark clouds shadowed
Over my dim lit valley.

As a youth, i roamed on this hill
full of hopes
with a song on my lips,
To the nightingale I would pair,
And Against the mountain breeze
through fireflies from the brook
I would run, to the elm tree
in the white night;
For the gaze of a full-moon
from that hill top,
And glowing silver blue clouds
Lighting up summer skies;
Then like an addict I'd fall
In delirium of a looming poesy;
It's hard to paint in words
when many things i
Seek now are lost
in this bleak twilight.