Across the lake,
In the sea of sands
A soothing lazy breeze
Plays with a sandy-hued lock of hair
...
And they say there is peace in Death,
Yet, in the same breath, is a fear of Death,
And if there really be peace in Death,
Then, why do we endlessly dread you, Death?
...
There are deep abysses
In my mind.
Each abyss filled with
A whirlpool of thoughts, memories and senses;
...
While your red mate
Steals the rosy show,
Dancing in its glory
Of evoking love
...
Just pause this moment,
Just pause this scene,
Rewind and I shall
Add to it
...