Friday, April 17, 2009
The silent horizon in front of me;
Desolate, and depressingly squalid.
Empty darkness behind me
Melancholic and subtle.
Could the flame of desires in my mind
Flare up in the fiendish blizzard?
Could that flame be extinguished by time?
The flame smoldering inside the body,
Composed of the five elements!
I am sitting in the prison of time,
My hands fettered, and unable to move,
In the utter darkness surrounding my feeble soul.
Who is there to unlatch the cell of this
Prison, where I am serving a sentence?