beneath unbroken winds
and ropes of breathless air
pages of ripened age
when curl up in despair

in sea of thousand aches
oppressed by one's own self
some young impudent dreams
never deserve His help

although the lips may still
express endless repose
and gaze across the sky
as this night grows old

to sleep in pod of love
amidst the fog of dread
in hues of life dreamed of
you smile as stars ahead