When I couldn't write

1

At my wisdom's end gazing forward
Still at a loss of scripts to mean so hard,
So many lands may have passed though
A sudden call from your semi–broken door to follow ,
Yearning for that blessed string from the farthest
Already entered into, opening dull brain's rest.
2
Apparent as if each endeavour or not
Tortures the flow of words those diligence 've got
At woods' deepened mysteries
At waves' foaming splash in series
Where the gems should I beseech,
Petty human heart often fails to reach.
3
Darkness rewinded to make weary birds weary again
When the west sky pities too the heavy burden.
Moonshower that overcasts middle–aged palace
Camped over flooding beholders in mysterious grievances.
Would those companions be jealous?
Being natives but different ship–sailors.
4
Assured steps I stomped while downing
From the steep hill through sods browning
The wildest those are sweetest in sound,
Altering places in playful pride all around.
The drying moor that strawy pale
Enraptured again by a sudden white trail.
5
Stolen all words by thee mind preacher
Were you here from that summer's start as a seeker?
As the foggy boat through the crashing foam
Or running after the grazing cattle's roam.
And thus you stayed as the forever most
Resembling that soldier's dearest love post.
Keeping little secrets inside mere roots;engraved
Given word you'll surely knock at windows untamed.