Walking away wide awake,
I trespass and stumble upon a cloud;
Tranquil and lonely.
In the middle of my emptiness I search for an answer deep within
And sense brotherhood
Both of us; cloud and me
Share an abode and destiny.
High up in the blue sky
Travelling alone convinced
Yet me down here on earth
Walking home alone on an empty path
Forgotten and forsaken.
Is it not these condition God?
That pulls me away from commons (life)
To an haven high above imagination
Is it not these?
That always extracts me from love.
Is it not these?
That welcomes me to cowardice and thoughts of suicide.
Lord,
May your hour of grace abound on empty souls.
And please be merciful on longing hearts.
For all that is left is an empty shell,
Flirting with thoughts of hell.
Torment me not.
23rd November, 2006