The Oak, The Pine, The Elm, and I.

first line out of metre intentionally

I could bide beneath these cloudy skies,
All day long, say my goodbyes,
To those I love and know so well,
Give into nature's lurid spell,
I'd spend my day beneath the grey,
Soaked eyelids from the storm's delay,
And summon ghouls and wisps and grass,
Or lie beneath the underpass,
Where dreams give way to waking scenes,
The lamps light up with kerosene,
As night makes dark a conquered realm,
That claims the oak, the pine, the elm,
I'm waiting for the glistening dawn,
And all her warmth to lie upon,
Where I'll forget the wanton needs,
Of each day's old incessant deeds.