A Recall

A RECALL On that vale of thorn Abreast we ambled. Un-frazzled, to the hawthorn We held. Though a twinge we felt the Haw we sought, and heyday we Dreamed of. Out of vague future luminous dreams We hewed. Though nadir soared, and hope in the Depth of sea of dark fate brawled to emerge, But with verve cocooned in glaring dreams, Firmly on the path to heyday by grass of murk Overgrown we trod. On the base of that Mount of haze for light We groped. Undaunted by the baleful eyes of Haze, stoic steps we made, isle of heyday Bound un-petrified. Though by gale of futility like a chaff buffeted, And sullenness our dreams enshrouded, but The shadow of vagueness to mettle must falter, For a bright dawn it heralds when the night Dour becomes. On an oasis, In solitary now I walk, Under a leafy bough, in Sobriety now I sit mount of haze Now humbled, gale of futility now serene And the isle of heyday now my haven. But mortality, My mirth with it’s ravenous Canine impaired, and everyday as the Sun rises for a glimpse of your face in Solitariness I yearn. But in delusion I bask, for gone, gone Eternally you are and your apparition in My psyche etched, only left for my Companion to be. But home truth I must not evade, Home time for you it was, For home sick you said you were Held in the paw of death, torn by the Lethal canine of death, in the gizzard of Death you eroded. From dust you came. To dust you returned. For you, in deluge of tears I swim. Goodbye, sweet companion.