I've left footsteps past these trials where the grass lay green,
To journey the way where the soul seeks solitude.
What lies ahead of the brambles, is a thought of a few.
Barefoot as I step on soft ground,
The earth leads the ankles to the rhythm of the sound.
I skip a heartbeat for how I never thought what grew in me.
The silence that high and low yearns, is where I'm holding on easily.
Fear in itself I've encountered, leads to where the mind fathoms hastingly.
Somewhere down the line,
I've witnessed the skeptic aura where many have succumbed out of breath.
But the music that gathers the thoughts, held me from being wreathed.
These winds have whispered long enough the futurity that's unknown.
These skies have all the more given space to escape the frown.
This daydreamer has a mind of his own.
It leads him to wonder,
It leads him to remedy.
It leads him to fade into his memory.

Gravity might as well force one down,
And take one's energy,
As the eyes open to witness the spinning reality.
The mist dims the light to keep me lost in this line.
I look for comfort in an unclear sharp edge,
That's where I knew I'm pulled down from cloud nine.
Into oblivion now I'm left behind.
The world  loves oxygen robots,
The shimmer of gold yet the bulk of rust.
The doctrine of work is the call
For what nobody knows, it is rewarded with pall.
The castles you've conquered, the beasts you've slayed,
None to be remembered but only the hate.
Strong enough as I stand,
Yet it takes one word to cut the strand.
The reveries of black and white are shoved into words of light.
The graveyard is spared of wreaths, once again I survived the fight.
But this daydreamer has stories of his own,
It leads him to journey into the blue.
It brought him back to square one or two.
It led him to ashes, to dust.
But it'll lead him to a purpose.

"These chills are real! ", you said,
As we drifted through the wind.
The lights that haloed over your head,
Is something rare, something different.

The skies lit up the way,
Through the pavements that lay.
You cascade into the lights,
As we strolled through those October nights.

" The nights are long! " , you sighed.
We'd run to the hills and hide.
Why do I let this go on?
The moon, the stars, we have till dawn.

The air feels soothing tonight,
And there's you by my side.
I can hear the cars, see the red lights,
As we streaked out of the crowd.

That happened one October night,
To what joy in a secret of two will bring us much light.
I still feel the chills as the winds kiss the cheeks,
In these late night walks of two along the streets.

Imagine the songs playing in the head,
Where oblivion leads to some uncertainty.
Reminisce the laughter we ushered instead,
That's where you'll find us circling insanity.

If I were to wither in death, peculiarly as your symphony…
Caressing your sweet songs.
Oh! How to know that I'll yearn for your seed of heart amongst the bitter milkweed…
To be wreathed, after the thorns I've been crowned while I breathe.
To be six feet under earth, uttering words in deep slumber.
To hear the bells ring beside my stone as I dive in eigengrau?
For in spirit yet I indulged to journey your trail…
With backgrounded hymns high and low in unison, "Ashes to ashes, dusted he be with earth"…
You laid me to rest in peace with your mourns and lowered heads.
You sing me carols of the loved Or so will i know you'll sing me the  "Arms of the angel" .
Bare me palms of three stroked soil thrown with last biddings of sorrow and grief.
If only the mind knew where my life went?
Let alone be embezzled of greater revelations between my dimensions.
With pure warmth, to no sprouts of bitter in your heart.
You'll see the slab written R. I. P
Bereaved with your flowers of hue,
Laying down as every step leaves the hill in a spree.
Will your heart still skip me a beat?
Or might you as well bury the sheets?
For it's known, to long for the gone…
And take granted of the bond…
As I speak of a reverie, far from reality,
I painted my pictures blue,
To know this is far-fetched…
To know it is due.

Kept out of sight,
And stroked with inks of blue,
I pen in black and white,
And journey my way into you.
Through summer nights,
Back in time of the cusp of signs,
I see you through the slits of light,
As deep down you burned too bright.
I wonder if every facade,
You'd bury in your shade!
I'm bewildered if every heart,
You'd broken to exist in hate!
For as I caressed you on green pastures,
I reciprocate your aura with the soul I laid.
What I could never see within,
You were the one healing.
I'd drive you past your mind maze,
And deflect the waves arising,
Nor did I care to trace.
Or was I realizing?
For if I gave warmth to settle,
I could brush up the haze.
Saw you climbed the beanstalk,
As I fall from cloud nine.
Made you reached the end of time,
And landed on the first line.
I wonder what every facade,
You'll hide within the shade!
Cause deep slumber intertwined with pain,
Is the catastrophe that struck you in vain!

He strolled, two steps back from the crowd;
To breathe, skip a heartbeat aloud.
His heart sighs! He clears the devil's abode.
Evermore suppress the core,
To shove beneath the sheets.
He still grows in void.
He still trembles his feet.
What shapes this bloke's heart?
What tests his deceptive mind?
He proclaims to none,
His trials, the tribulations.
He whispers to none,
Beyond smiles the deep atrocity.
In ghost towns for he reveres solitude,
Into deep valleys to trod through multitudes.
He worships the axe, he deems the pen.
Sober in chalice; he smoked in ashes!
The rough disposition but gentle ticker,
The pride he plummets but gradually emanates,
Where he's tested by divinity.
This bloke soul scratched it all…
He divulges to no soul his toil!
Smittenly shaped by paramour, his intensity…

" In the outskirts of town,
Far down the rainy South,
Lies beautiful lush grounds;
A place where hills open mouths.
They sing their pleasant hymns
And nature walks as though it had limbs.
It's where 'green' and 'white' nests,
Where the Red ***** Eye swayed in it's plight,
Where deep gorges bewilders one's sight,
Where lost souls meet and life comes to greet,
Where time leaves one at bay,
For mother earth to cater all day. "

" The deep valleys, the rustling leaves,
The sweet scent of the wind,
The carefree netizens,
The glistening sunrise and gladdening sundown,
The immaculate beauty that revives a beholder."

" I still hear the voices and sounds
And sleep draws me into it's aura.
How I wish to walk the lush grounds,
To hear the pleasant hymns,
To see the hills' mouth
And walk with nature as if it had limbs!
I will journey to ye with no doubt,
My tireless heart longs for the rainy South."

" The canopy filled with green sour berries,
As we plucked them fresh in our ferries.
The rocks I once sat to witness thy sight,
They haven't changed but in height. "

" I reckoned we encountered a downpour of joy,
As we slipped into potholes and puddles,
Shrieking our laughs and cries of fuzzle.
Those memoirs have not turned gray,
For I still have them in gold, those lushful old days!"

" Once in a while I recapture these.
My spirit will refresh in the morning breeze.
Yearning solitude and bliss,
As I sit down and reminisce.
But the doctrine of work still call
And anxiety lures me to the pall. "

" As I walk past these apartments,
Nothing creeps, but a smile on me;
Knowing that the memoirs won't fade
And my thunderstorms could one day
Calm to clear the sea. "

" The deep valleys, the rustling leaves,
The immaculate beauty with no grief;
All are fresh in my head. "

" I yearn the call of the wind,
To see, touch, feel and hear
The Rainy South whispering it's aura in my ear."

"I'll sleep beneath the shade,
I'll rest my head; lay in the glade.
Rest my soul! Let the mind as well
Let it journey the blue to seek and tell.

I seek peace, no touch of eternal bliss.
With you laying as sleeping death, it reveres the spirit.
I'll open the mind,
And teach the heart to grief yet not dwine.

They say you've tried so hard,
You're there but you'll never reach the heart.
It has a void so delicate to touch.
Not many know the misery as the miserly so much.

Innocent as I was before,
Now I know what that meant much more.
I've learnt to be cautious so much that I let go.
It haunts me but keeps me grounded to my core."

So let me sleep in your aura for it revives me.
I've felt the grass long enough to know how time slips and gets me.
For into you I see a reflection,
And an ecstasy of a clear vision. "