Celestial Season

in the field of my soul

i lay down and awake ?

with the knowledge

of the once forgotten

seeking harmony within myself

an afterglow of a vague memory

softly veils my demise

excelling myself in my own


drowned in oceans of vice

virtue is lost

exiled into the barest part

of my own nature

another afterglow of the past

now softly veils my plight

disgracefully I am the beholder

of this tragedy

condemned to be my own...