The Missing Torch

Stepping out from the burrow Scratching the hidden persuasion The soul which has long groaned in solitude Will it be re-confined to the misery? One who awakens by the brittleness of elegy Eroded by the existence of sinless soul For a moment it became oblivious to time For a moment it elapsed in whispers Struggled within the beauty of madness This soul seems like lost in its way Drown in the scenes of life Asleep in the dungeon of resignation Helpless... In the starless night The soul summoned on a journey of trust Riding on the wings of my bare thoughts And flown to the sky of my poetic side Longing for my discreet passion The immortal torch ignite Caressing the tail of my frozen muse Melt the nectars of the ripe words Which now, sated