Wither are you Pillow

Hey I know I haven't written in a while.... sorry. But here is a poem for you to enjoy since I need to give you something. Comment on what you think it means and explain if you feel like it. Whoever has the closest meaning to mine, or, whoever makes me change my mind about what it means will receive....nothing....sorry, I am a poor writer, can't offer anything. Anyways here you go!

Wither are you Pillow
Ai Wrotonov Ell


Whither are you pillow
I search for you this night
As my soul yearns to take flight
Should I allow or disallow such impudence from my soul?
To fallow the fields of the night's everlasting soil
And to fall lazily dead till the mornings light brings to life those it has seen unmoving in bed
But my soul not yearns for sleep
Yet in the dark it shall keep me wasting till I find truth in the eyes of my sheets
Memories of days gone by and yet to come drift among the sullen shadows of my mind,
To again create their worlds of deprivation and disillusionment.
Alas, my soul wins over my withering body
Wither my pillow
Come to me yet
See how I find your feathers a portal to realms not of my own fantasies
But that of the dreams of men and demons jumbled in a humming throng of decay
And hear the flowing honey of the whispering trees rattle and shake
I see your wisdom flow like goats down the hills of Gilead
Lulling even the deepest regrets back to their resenting caves
But when you come over and see tips of the ice crashing on the floor
No more, no more
Will you join me in my dance with life?
With strife?
Do you find the connection appalling?
But no more, no more
Hark, the word Harold, the man, the letter H for all commands
Bring him to me, in my bed, in my dreams, in my head brimming this night
For he shall set free the beasts lurking
Create a new universe to sing of the vanquished pain of eternity,
And join the troops most gallant in their fight for the troubled few
Shall I allow or allow such impudence from my soul?
Wither my pillow
Wither and die no more
But shall I fight on;
Shall this night hold no grudge?
Corrupt though it may seem to the hereafter
Should I acquit this night, quit this night?
When the world will just keep spinning if I stop
But, my heart, will you spin,
Will you continue your deadly existence in my years?
No more, no more
You will not give up,
You will not allow such impudence
For you are me my soul is you
Wither my Pillow
Die not this night
And live no more
No more, no more