The stars hid beneath the cloudy skies,
Never shinning in their rays at day...

Of blooming thoughts and dreams,
Of hopes to live to see the 'morrow...

Ages speak and roll its time,
And never is her language known to us...

Dancing in the rain of sorrows,
While basking under the shade of the fruitless...

Caught in a web of traps
That binds the hapless bird...

I am folded up and ready to be
Lit by fire by the edge...

Words are bleeding,
Kiss of the blarney is failing...

At midpoint he stands,
Aloof with joggling thoughts...

Sing to me the morn' song,
Play to mine ears the tunes of praise...

Fountain of hope is waning,
River of tears fills my heart...

The roses of ambience buds thorns
Unto an ally it is given...

As we daily trudge on earth's surface;
Each phase fading, another arising...