Awake,  
by stillness of the soul
               I journeyed in on hyperbole
        carrying on without extol;
I found myself alone without
        the privilege, of unsent clout;

Placed inside a              *Dark Universe
     I never heard the stars rehearse
            astray inside a sky,  immersed.      
I felt I was beyond repair,    
inside this black hole of despair.

Boundless and bent each muscle strained
             like tapestries of night unchained.  
        I  .... the artist without restrain
dipped my brush in sorrow without shame,  
choosing ink-black, for spitting rain;

Flecked stars of heaven,        * Cherry red
                   yes, I'd been mistaken for dead
                  for I had lost my homestead.
Dark blue for the background,     great hue
                   for a girl who was black and blue!

Awake,  
by stillness of the soul
               I journeyed in on hyperbole
        carrying on was my main goal.  
By the seaside,                   where bird's nest    
                I sketched a solitary crest


for it was there that I felt,  I was at my very best !