In the depths of the forest, across the bare boreen...
There flows a brook, with an eternal silver gleam...
On ghastly nights, I walk besides that creek...
sipping in all its glitter, while sitting on a reef...
I glance up at the sky where the moon ablaze...
letting the stars fade away, like the paths do, of a scary maze...
My life halts at that moment, for what seems like an eternity...
sparing me from this hollow world and the dawning insanity..
In that tranquil, speaks the silence within me..
brutal and evident, as was the battle of coral sea...
On weary days, and the nights that are foul...
The limpid stream stills my heart and mollifies its every howl...
In an instant, the chaos and noises dampen and deter...
And all that remains is an empty mind, like a purified sinner...
I visit the stream like a routine, every night...
immersing every of my sorrow and lengths of my fright...
Every of such nights, I wish upon a star...
To luminate the half veiled face of heaven afar...
Alas, the wishes upon a star never come true...
And the life moves on, with an endless cycle of orange and blue...!
