conceals from me, in the dark, shadow of mine,
empty silence, myself, and this cold wind,
dead silences speak, striving for its existance,
in the corner of the room, the dim flame of the canle,
sky embeded with stars, illuminated by twilight,
looking through the misty windows, my eyes, the reprise,
dissolved in this nights are moments of delight,
where has all my anxiety gone??
or lost i am, on the border of peace and harmony,
living in this moent, my whole life,
jingles , songs and ballads, replete with ecstasy, delight,
my veis feeling ultimate sensations , my soul is alive,
state of oblivion, raptures revive,
who has come, my soul is alive ,
the moon makes mischiefs, it plays and hides,
ebbs and flows of thisunfathommable sea, its majestic delight,
call of the mystic, or a cryptic apparition,
immortality, sacracy, within me ignites,
in this flame, nebulous , divine,
the stars witneesing the the pure scene,
for the fire in burn in, not in temples, nor in shrines
