Seeker of the next door

Shelley strode upon weeping pages
and beaches gave the dead a shroud 
Prometheus moulded a breached birthing sun
yet I dream of my return 
against stained and bruised broken boughs 

Drafted names on Egyptian walls 
sink in veiled thoughts in assault and scented life 
trees accompany the accident strewn upon my heart
I wait but yearn
no understanding can be worthy 
I the hymn in solitude