From the quaking of the dawn
To the calmness air of dusk
The winds shall shift
The waves shall storm
Time goes on and on.

From the blistering of day
To the sun-spill of the next
One can still recall
The time of night's grave mist.

Still I cannot help to wonder
Why we still tend to ponder
From drenching wet to arid dry
From parching heat to blistering cold
From time to time
From life to death

Not a worry--
Yet a quandary
Not a tragic mystery
But an ever-haunting wander
In this life of melted dreams...
I frisk