Faces I’d known
Seem now gather,
To not be alone
Prowl my head,
In serene manner
For days ahead,
Suffer lose matter,
Hence to remind
What’s left of time,
We thought forever
Be state of mind,
Too soon we find
Be marginal ever!
Faces I’d known
Seem now gather,
To not be alone
Prowl my head,
In serene manner
For days ahead,
Suffer lose matter,
Hence to remind
What’s left of time,
We thought forever
Be state of mind,
Too soon we find
Be marginal ever!
I’ve a feeling I fly
In the dying light
Of a hostile sky,
Ever urging me on
This endless flight,
Be dream er deems
A chilling journey
Of night folly extremes…
Nights the like
Emerge but to blur
My anxious reach
For sapient deter,
I seek to compose
To author propose
Held liberal worth,
Of nights to dispose
With merit want spare,
Said weary night follies!
I’m awake
In a dream
Though asleep
It would seem,
I recall
Having counted
Them all,
The sheep
Who bring sleep,
And so roam
In my head,
At their face
I dare peek,
In their stead
Be those loved,
Lined my mind
More than few
Now reside, inside
A necropolis wall,
Knowing more
I’ll eventually find,
Though not sheep
While asleep
Awake in a dream,
From this side of the wall!