Fragments

Night to the wake of a Dawn Hardly can it’s birth be forgotten Driven by the Deep of the Dawn Bewildered in past present so rotten Wondered in dark-deep abyss Oblivious in the trodden lines Yet broken the mind-ark in reminisce It diurnal rings in bounding lines Hope twined with disconcert Fazed with life’s playoff Yet Love plays in the Concert In worthy streams to cool off Uncharted remain thy remains For to Mother Earth thou were betrothed Their hearts never forgets thy remains Though grieving hearts left thou dead In thy Uncharted bled my heart For succor he misses Thy demise still rumples my cart For thy succor and subsidy he misses