To All That Has Gone

Oh, how all these too shall fade into but memories
The blessed dawn and the twilight that succeeds it
But how I still hunger for the moon in the daylight
And the blessed impression it shares with the sun
That glowed so surreal when the sky is but cloudy
So much so it reminds me, that my muse is returning...

Though scant I did know of the Wheel that turns
Through mirth or woe or the worse of the weather
I pray that Mankind may never learns to defy his Master
For terrible are the things that I know that has happened
But alas I'm not here to preach or to warn!
Merely a bard in search for more stories...

So let us abandon our shades and these graves
For their shadows and their values are of little or no use
It's time to cease mourning of our loss of past joys
For the future is now right and so ripe for the taking!

And as I leave on the dawn of this great new day
I pray that my day will never come full-circle again
For it is not just enough, to know that I've failed
But it is more than enough, to bury me alive!

SAIF MINTAKA
KL
2010