My weary soul in
fleeting shadows of eerie dark,
quarantined in opulence
of dark thoughts!
Enveloped and sentenced into
deep silences, echoing whispers
of deep years of dark memories!
I can't really tell the number
of ghosts running shadow of dark
alleys in meadows of scary
mountains and flaming valleys.
Yet I punctured every thousands dark
balloons with blazing sun's needle of hope from the east wind, never allowed my
horizon to be submerged in the
ocean of a dark at a sundown.
It's time to leave this lockdown
and flow in the grace of constant abiding glory, and run my race into the salvation shining moon of the happiest nights, I told the dark ghosts of the dark night.
Bye bye I bid the murky night, and welcome in
my awaiting rainbow morning !