By and By the whisper goes on
Illuminating aspect on one’s life
Blazes, Fire and Furnace
Hot and dry, Crisp and painful
Nothing Concrete, Nothing understandable
In vain we wait for the fairy visitor
All but none are available
Should our fingers remain cross
Should our feet twist
Should our mouth yawn
Should our hands stretch
Pains, tears, shame, terror, forgotten hope
Are all around me, yet none could qualify
What else, but to fall asleep and pray
That hour be forgotten.