Mournful

Amidst oceans or mountains,
Lies a gnaw in my soul;
The pain, the sorrow,
So swiftly decays my own;

Across ghost lakes or evergreen,
Lives no hope nor freedom;
The yearn that's whined so softly,
Now faced with loneliness and gloom;

I am but a lost island,
Still seeking a chain of this haunted heart;
Never found the missing link,
Anticipating love's one true spark.