Yet untitled II

11/22/05
8:30pm

"Like if in a solitary shrine
all this made the author realize
that when in pensive mood or lonesome
his inner thoughts could yet still blossom

Watching the daffodils as one watches
the morning sun, the author received flashes
of bright hope, floating no more as a cloud
but with mere humans with no doubt

Being lonely, he as clouds drifted,
no more since in him the daffodils existed
the remains of those wandering moments
could on him no longer torment

Earlier feeling blisfully ignorant
the author could now boast of arrogance
no longer would he loneliness conceal
but now loneliness with daffodils will he fill

The never ending journey of life
that after death still remains,
its past, present and future will he live
with grace, glory and no claim."