"Come, walk with me in the distance

of living and dying," I was almost out

of rejoice to walk with her,

in eternity.

Time stopped, sorrow paused

in the branch of silver dew,

I caught the restoring ride,

In the old cassettes of parted views.

But who knew, hope was there

whispering, 'you've no fears!'

I shook my head in a violent rage,

I was free bird in the distance life,

With no guilts or foliage of rights!

But tis' the start of evening lyrics

only sung, as a silent call in the morning

with mortal instruments, there's key

of pensive hours.

Was I a fool in cheerful glee?

A dream within another dream,

I was stuck in the endless cloud.

It deluded my heart in a strange ache,

I tried to grasp the bawling rain,

The evening air chunked out my lung,

Time, time, time never stroke again!

I'd tried to revive the music

in the wet ground, for another day

it rose: the last hymn of dread end,

The winter put my words back.

"Come, walk with me in the distance,"

the world tempted. I, wiser than before

meet the changelessness.

— 11th July, 2024.