diplomacy

[cacian]

in thoughts
you drew
a feeling blue
i am but wowed

in words you
shrude
verbal abstruse
what more to crude

in halt
you mood
possible feud
i could not stood

in soul
you flew
away to whom
i shall not doom

enough has room
but
and i have soon
uplifted moon
to skies upnoon
i wish for night
to bloom and bright
my daytime sigh

i see to me
to greater 's free
i have to be
your causeways
see pretend
to glee I am
but me
aware is key