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
Oct 22, 2013
Oct 22, 2013 at 5:35 PM UTC
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
of love which clothes our world
shadows which meets the sky
dipped in each others fullness
shall always be you and I
