The Wick of My Soul

Hath i, not waited ages 
For all things both great and small
For wat drives me and yet awaits the hearts stages
She who knoweth me, my heart, my all... 

And yet more, along along in a dream space, 
Hours, months and years hence
Shall i go another million ways, 
And meet the one, the difference. 

For someday, shall i bequeath my heart, 
Leave it at the mercy of fate
Be unwanted and ages apart
Yet, shall there be an end to this lifetime's wait?

The course thou said, be never smooth nor tender,
Yet noone there be, who see-eth my heart in pain,
Doomed by yet a curse, not a moment to splendor,
For where i was left, i must remain...

Shaken awake, from a dream i wished to believe
Dreams be dwelled in, life never be whole, 
Hath i still, never a wish to leave, 
But gingerly lit it was,and died, the wick of my soul....