The Old Shakespearean Way

Raven-haired whilst
it sings with the winds
It's the old Shakespearean way
With my eyes breathing
Of you in the distance –
shunning, that sweet dreams come
Bitter with your tastelessness,
albeit living – but you are
My queen
and everything good, frozen again
And I'd be lucid enough,
invisible at your disposal –
I have done it with a handful of dirt,
I killed you with a terrible mind,
I've made you travel everywhere,
and but nowhere to be seen;
Like the raven-haired as
it swims in the ocean
Of the old mindful way
and if I'm a thought, as if you’d think;
But Ill do.