Alive and apart.

Glorious triumph in a war,

the clink of the rusted armour,

the smiling immortal,

the sleeping mortal.

The flight of the last leaf,

the light of the setting sun,

the tenderness of conclusion,

the impatience of hope.

The blinding epiphany of a secret,

echoing in the capacity of darkness.

A shuddering shadow chasing itself,

in absence of foresight, in presence of a grim light.

The lonely run of the escapist,

overtaken by the winds of past.

Strings of imploring conscience,
the pinching breath of silence,

Oh beloved mind, Oh beloved heart!