Exiplinary meanings

Where with am I singled out
These multiplied myths of  perfection
sweet satire, dove impressions
Ah’ intrigue
Divine insight
Who am I to withstand
This thy gentleness
Tears of thy everlasting empathy
Is it thine, so bright,
thou shines in everlasting infamy
‘Singing, how long shall it be?’’
Do not I long, do not I dream?
Singing has left me , longing,
I’ve not come to address
nor does it, find me
Fighting, struggling, separation
That which is life
And the summer dies in front of me
The glistening of the stars
The sun, the moon
All take me to a place
I try to refuse
I am thy broken dreams
sweetly I surrender to
Not withal my pardon
In sequential words
thou betrayed me long
set before mine
Time frees forth the symptoms
A rose of  life
Love shields me
And humbly....I avow them to you
These precious passages of light