Down the winding hour of the evening:
With hush darkness drawing silence,
Upon the dusty street with no verse coming
I reflect back on my life in a wishing rhyme.
I wish my life was direct and straightforward
Like a sailing ship not only having stars,
Constellations but also a compass to lead
The human brainchild, though raging storms...
May in cursing haste seek the ship lost,
Bring to deck harnessing waves splashing;
And only Faith keeps the sailors ina praying heart,
But storms pass and a journey stands calling.
Then upon a day`s breath full of use;
As I heard in a charged speech saying,
A coincidental meeting with a good mate,
Added something in my wearied spirit sinking.
By what charm shall bare Autumn be Winter;
By what spell shall sparkling Spring be Summer,
By what effort shall stagnation arms loose power,
By what plan shall forethought be in a coming year.
Can this simply rhyme express more;
E`en though itself is chasing the very light.
can the ditties of stronghold hope
Evoke such tranquility for within to rest.
