enveloped by the sombre fog,
coming ways seem a cog,
sitting beside the mystical window,
there I see the passing of shadow.
Retreating towards the days of bondage,
the icy stagnant moment,
reeling over the amorous foilage.
The envy of ecstasy,
ferny murky impalpable future,
haunted by the time's prophesy.
Then comes the frail halos,
born of the breath of wizened sun,
The narrow road unmasked,
put the past into sleep in oblivion's bosom,
a new journey is on run.