A Field of Grain

I pause a tear, my nimbus heart, alert to waves, a furtive art.
And sylvan love, a forest flame, a sagic flex, a filtered pain.
My fantast flare, the ache of myth, a welkin dream, a
Mystic kiss. And portal flight, a phrenic breath, a vatic pulse,
A fever death. My riddle soft, a sophic noose, a wonder
Deep, a golden goose. And peal to fane, a plangent arc, a
Sea of flame, a spatial spark. My freshet muse, a fuse aflame,
A secret deep, a field of grain.

I pause a tear, my nimbus heart, alert to waves, a furtive art.
And daily death, a woman’s pang, a daughter’s soul, a
Father’s shame. My sylvan love, a question why, a gracious
Ache, a fate to fly. And fallin’ heart, a cultic love, a spirit
Flux, a physic flood. My ghostly muse, a fuse aflame, a
Secret deep, a field of grain.  

Sylvan: a wooded area. Used here to speak to a multitude of mental activity. 
Peal: a loud ringing bell.
Plangent: resounding loudly.
Physic: something that proves cathartic.