*For reasons unknown, I am beside myself with writer's block after the closing ellipsis ("...") at this fragment's end. Alas, the misery (of it all)!
You must login to vote
Far away from your precious moor,
I feel your thoughts call for my soul
and unclose me to heaven's door!
Can thoughts like yours divinely toll,
beguiling me onto your shore
like a god that reads from a scroll?...