In this lonesome hour of the night...
With every breaking dawn of the light...
With slow fathomable memories of the
sleep...
Memories afloat seeping somewhere in
the deep...
Slow the aeon passing over the
vales...the crowning mountains...
Slow the walk...across the half drenched
rains...
Some mystic ashes of all those past
years...
Ebbing away with those anonymous
tears...
Ages have passed...its winter cold...
The leaves have withered...its dead and
old...
The time is lost...its dreary and past...
Our engraved lines...has been shredded
till the last...
The unknown abyss is yet to be made...
Deep and lonely...slowly I fade....
An angelic hue...a first morning dew...
Though in pain..,
But..,Still missing you....!!
