I
The hour was late, the night forlorn,
As I walked apace all alone,
Pondering deep in uncertain lore,
...
Through hills, plains, land and sea,
I journey where my fortunes be.
The roads are twisted, forked and dark,
and I know not where lies my mark.
...
We traipsed through countless lands,
Under the haven of resplendent pearls.
We followed the million shooting stars,
And stepped where infinity unfurls.
...
The Merging
Let the solitary shadows merge with the light,
as a surreal convergence of friend with foe.
Like the dusk that blends both day and night,
the melody of life mingles delight with woe.