Epitaph Of The Lost Sun

the insane night
the noise of silence
whispering something into my ears
the night is a mourn song of lost sun
caravan of words!

the greed of aztec gold
fluttered walk in the mud
lonesome heart
and a garbage soul

exonerated from sins
I am free,
again a desire shook
the roots of a mighty tree

colourless hopes
their furious sleep, pollutes my day
I am creepled
to get rid of it

the wind outside blew strong
the desert wind
I have crossed a thousand miles
to ride on the 'black camel'
the night is like a mourn song of lost sun
caravan of words

the serenity of sunset
until the caravan starts again
there it is, all quiet now

commencing the noise of the night!
Sunday, June 18, 2006

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