I'm Poem by Eden Verse

I am
I'm the writer of my yarn
I am the painter of my doom
Thousands of phantoms here me warn
From opened window of my room

They walk and crawl in lane in hall
As if they from the heavens fall
They gazed and gazed but can not talk
As if there is an icy wall
Between the time of mirth and me
That not the wounds of soul can see

My haunted haunted lanes of heart!
Thou haunted by the soul divine?
O lines of hands He on thee wrought
And filled The eyes with Eden wine
I'm the scent of Eden blooms
That faint with fear of horrid Dooms
I'm the sheen of starry beams
That paint on canvas all my dreams
I'm not sad, not I complain
O angels one day I regain
My seat in dale of mirth and Glee

I'm the part of soul that gives
The throbes to heart the life to death
I'm the heart of all that lives
On earth in winds in ocean depth