When is the
time for me to gather the crumpled beddings of the past...
When the
battle is lost and over?
When shall I
recompense to undo the guilt and shame of thoughts aloud in wander…
When the
water ran dry and thirst is no more a cry?
When shall I
get tired to succumb in to the mystery of endless yearning...
When the wick
of a candlelight is gone?
When shall I
stop stumbling down the widened path of utmost distractions...
When the lips
of the angels are sealed and their praises are just silence of hope?
When will my
tears stop running down my cheeks as the anguish carved and deep…
When the wind
can no longer blow and can't dry the mist?
When shall
the music return to its endless care of the wondrous hope?
When time
stood still and all seem to freeze?
Allow me to
say …
"it's
not forever until it has changed"
MAC
