Flames of Fires Fade

Procrastination

Dost the unsleepless night

The wary voice doth beckons

To wake upon the soundless sleep

And see a blank page no more

When the winds of fury stir

And the rain falls on thy rosy cheeks

Fear not of the inward battle

The moon doth set and the sun doth rise

For the morning bringith thy greatest rest

For clamour is thy foe

Yet silence thy most merciless enemy

Yet the heart still beats onward

And the task still unfinished

But even when time scarce

And body wary from the journey

When the time doth comes

The blank space shall be filled