Silent vows beneath the howling debris
I lay there after a thesis.
Back and forth, shivering and stammering
Somehow I managed out of the spring.
Marks of it still take a place -
Which very frequently I have to face.
Weeds of deed and sins
With tears or with grins?
Filling in solitude, falling with fortitude
Faces with no more gratitude.
Though I hardly wait for one,
Someday or other it would certainly come.
Shuffling it altogether, once more
I came across the same shore.
A Stop, A Start, A while, A Yard
Vanity consolations - the best guard.
Shattering it all, they flew
Now with me is a picture they drew.
Dreaming of the quintessential meadow
The passionate but virtual shadow.
