THE day dulls down, and the Sun deserts the skies
The cars speed homeward, the birds fly to their kin
Outside my window, the world’s hustle bustle dies
A loud eeriness I hear, deep down within!
THE poignant breeze blows, fans my latent desolation
A lonely me or a lonely planet, or crowded lonely objects about me I glance
Beyond problems or triumphs, lull or commotion
Its but me, just me, and the uproar of silence !
THE sky floods with twilight, I transcend to a world far far away
I dare to go beyond to see, is this where the warm Light dwells?
I shed all that’s gross as I uplift, and let the rest in me stay
Lo! Freedom infinite! With teardrops, my gratitude makes its way!