About Glum Naiades and Idle Gods

Ethereal calm was sown by Naiades
 Vague delight
 Dead wood's paleness, bygone...
 O weightless thought
 Microscopic darwins.
 Particles of a cruel hour-glass
 That's filled with empty seed.
 Raining down a poet's grave
 Earily thy sad wind roars
 Blows and weaves on torrid shores
 Careworn mermaids flicker grey
 Elderly thy morn-boughs sway
 When the oddest foe entwines me
 and ballads die away
 When the witty moons pass by like habits
 I'll starve in bleak dismay
 Chasms whisper:
 "Joy is numb... a fatal chalice... no escape"
 Thou hath waltzed o'er pastures of frailty
 With cygnets wrapped in moss
 Murky day-dreams plague thee. O nadir
 Thy energy disdained by sourness
 Make thy loom of wisdom
 Into a sprouting remedy
 Be aware that thou shall mind
 Thy timid orphaned naiades
 A swarm of white owlets
 To clear my lovesick heart