…In the Deafening Silence of the Night a teardrop plunges on stillwater Ripples turn into waves of emotions deep in reflection A clouded certainty of blinding deflecting Illusions Wading through shallow streams that drowns me in a delusional enigma Struggling to emerge from the tides forged by swords and spears And with a haze in the air I sit and ponder where to tread my path of beyond To the eastern horizon I would go Anticipation of the sunrise in the morning meadows of angelic songs Where brightly colored poetry pens the sky of a dawn and paints the rainbow of bliss and serenity Forever Sunshine of undying aspiration Radiating through sages and flowery vast lands But the ebb of the flowing river streams with the widdershin of a withering hope A shivering truth now haunts the very core of my soul Seeds of yesterday will soon come to season and the reaping will soon rise beyond my towering fort…