in the tiniest house of time
i go and search for her
amid a strike of midnight chimes
neither souls infer

in that little house i live
with fate which He ordained
for what once has gone from it
none can be regained

infinite is thy mansion lord
what faithful men do seek
walk upon time's narrow sword
on years which seasons leap

beneath sky's golden canopy
as wind winds round my neck
with a look into your eyes i feel
your breath inside my breath

into the horizon where all immerse
i've reached the brink of eternity
see all fearless slumbers disburse
into your singular immensity

see how empty lives drown
into your ocean grand
while the gulfs all wash me down
i await your touch of hand

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adapted from R.B. Tagore's poem - Brink of Eternity