Time Capsule

The silent breeze
Among the soft lush green
Gently wafts—
Sways the top of the trees

Dark clouds astern
The mood ecstastic
Two lovers conjoined—
A fiery bout of passion

The song of the rain
Slowly picks up
Buidling a cacaphony
An orchestra of melancholy

As her shadow falls upon him
The silvery outline against
The setting of the sun
Encased in time


Long past has this work been done, but it has not surfaced till recently, with a few modifications to it. The mood is dark and sombre now, but this doesn't really reflect it, and I have no strength to let the pen and parchment bear my burden. It is mine to begin with and mine to bear 'til the very end.

One does what one can.


Your servant
Aristocrat