The Soul Intent

In these lost aeons; the souls refused
their poetic quirks, by the world; misused
O' these hearts they need such care
these mirrors do break and seldom repair
the tides of mirthful thoughts once rise
and then the gloomy storm arrives
the hearts and minds in jerking sails
the sombre soul unceasingly wails
the yearn of shattered spirits inside
On a tranquil bay they desire to reside
but we; ado we mention it as
to us no plight does anything has
our worlds themself are vexed enough
no hours we have to spot the rough
all jouissance, gaiety and bliss we owe
why bother what rest has to sow
But yet it is our soul intent
to make the folks; merry and content
imbue the land with promising hunch
to give the crowd elation in bunch
and thus the benign shall be crowned
because of the frail hearts they surround!!