And then there will be days of silent contemplation, of seeing things as they are
And then there will be darkness and gloom, and everything's tainted with doom
Then comes quiet again, as the light falls into the west for one more trip in the night...
End this way all of us, under the weight of another silent suffocation, drowned, airless
Not the awning of anticipation be they for nothing but our hopes, or else soiled be unfeeling for all
Dealing with naught but for the follies for fools withheld therewith, but am I really that forgiving to be with?
Said who about me that I've forgotten about the pain and the punishment unjust unto me and my dreams?
Why can't that be me who is singing in joy before every swing of the swing?
Where else but in this gleaming field in my mind that I promised me that I might get back what I've lost?
Indeed this is the time to silently take a long hard look at life from where none might ever espy or suspect
Oh prithee what would I do without you dear God, what would I'd be amounted to now without bliss?
Falling away like snowflakes in the gust of such cold snapping breeze
Emissary of eviction from the mind that's since much stabled, or enabled
Might all this be melting away come the smiling green spring, one would think?
Or lest we'd be better off sitting in the sun for all of our days, thinking about the glowing...
SAIF MINTAKA
KL
2013
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