Turn where I mayStill engulfed by an emptinessWithout escapeHowever quickly I runIt outpaces meWherever I hideI find, It has outstripped meI loathe that lonelinessThat hallow abyssGnawing away at a soulthat has let go and lies helplessAs if to say: ‘do…
Leisurely ticks the second hand.Making customary circuits andLazy rounds, within the perimeter of eternity.While bounds, of anticipation set me freeOf time, allowing each moment to be a Meeting mineEach longing sigh, a secret poem thine.
A heavy mist blanketed all that lay around me, softly shifting and ephemeralAnd I hurried home amidst the gray haze-In hasty search for clarityI too easily squandered the beauty of the veiled.