This ain't a poem, its simply a random sketch of my mind's space!

With the rising of the Sun, hopes soar high like kites caught in a gusto of the ever prevalent wind… A moment of happiness brought forth. I don’t know where the darkness plans to interrupt… But a candle I have, and with this I shall light my torch with a hope that the waterfall doesn’t affect it. I walk ahead with a sole proviso to conquer my foe, a ruby in the hilt of my sword and a pearl on my finger. I wish to make peace but the war rages on. Helpless and flightless the dove has fallen onto the bare ****** mud field. Although I wish to caress it I’m on ice that refuses to melt. Suspended on an ailing bridge I try to cross over to the fine green pastures with a beautiful day and an equally wonderful night… Extraordinarily I gaze on the sweet bliss entwining me in a floral band. Never to rise again I fall asleep in the waiting arms of the Omega… I have lived but not lost…