Wednesday, August 27, 2008


thy weariness had impelled me
in thine hour of secrecy
as silence moulds thy night
with remnants of thy misty strife.

i had been a solitary person
having a life of my own
dreams hath been a part of me
for i haven't seen a reality

this life accounts a world of chaos
one in which you cannot grasp
yesterday's thoughts had not vanished
and brought me these mystery of mysteries!

what more could thou have seen
when this life is nothing but a dream
thy soul shall find itself alone
in the loneliest hour thou hath known