Some times it's numb to mortal touch,
Our Feeble life balancing on a crutch...

Some times it's blind to mortal eyes,
The blank undefined harmonious cries...

Look yonder with thy fair sight,
Since for fancying maiden is on the rise...

With an ocean of motion
I make a Rhyme...

Yes we fought for for a few hours,
Just in silent tongs...

Sitting here,
Looking at your face...

I know your carrying a heavy load
Walking all alone down this dusty road...

It's been the moon and I for quite sometime
And all I can think of is that...

You're the fruit I dare not taste,
Yet I cannot let you wait and waste...

Oh little miss magic,
Isn't life just tragic...

So can you tell me when
A blue sky is blue and...

My feelings are tormented and leave me bewildered,
but you can't abruptly abandon what you believe...