"It dwells in a mortal's spirit
sleeping in the chasm of hopes.
Pure incandescent flame,
A quiescent elixir to *****.

The wherewithal to live,
when I'm about to cease.
Sometimes I search for it,
the other day, it rises with ease.

The boundless sky spreads her arms
over the stretch of a lovely land.
Where I stand and watch the white clouds
pass by, moves forth this tale to its former strand." said a deaf lover to his dumb muse.


"I'd love to wait and listen,
To sit by thy side and listen,
Thy melancholy, I'll listen,
If only thee could talk and I could listen." He continued.

I sat thereunto sunset listening to them while they watched the sun drowning...Inspired within...