In the turning of my head I do not mean to turn away
With the shelter of my eyes i do not take refuge
And my passing by does not pass you by, my love
(It passes all others.)
Because I am stone, this does not exempt me from all feelings
Though crucified my mind, does not make my thoughts worthless
And picked at is my heart, does not render is useless.
In the time of my leaving, i am forever still
And that which makes me laugh reminds me only of solemnity.
Fruitless and passing my words, they stain.
Slanted is my script, with the tallest of conviction,
Glance not at me, but view me from afar.

I like

The breeze & the aroma of the wheat field
Within a grasp, within the range of my dwelling
As I felt you
The day I was with the storms & wind
I felt the rush of blood within my brain
& I felt you
Since then I’m bearing this
Pain you call it, I call it pleasure
For I felt you

I like. Well done!