sugar saline

making me weak and on my knees is just a mere child's play..the way you do it. those big loud eyes has so much to say ..yet the language has been unknown for a long time.perhaps thats the reason why i am scared of time.alike a sudden soothing breeze you appear and wipe off my anxieties. you bring along the fragrance of hope and a dream of being merry.
the sand-clock is getting tired and has lost its purpose. its getting hard for the streams to flow. as everything around just freezes and despair takes a bow. how easily how.things would have been so different and so serene my room would define bliss for me..and my brain will finally be at peace.
few things are just not meant to be..last thing i want to be is like a rail track ever laying by each other but they are never to meet ensuring few "safety" issues.i hail to thee..my fate,thy have mastered the art of treachery time has blundered and with thy help it has taken the "precious" from me.
i still hope i still search for the speck of vegetation and that island of trust.where me and you will be laying on the bed of sand and covered by the stars the breeze will chant our stories and sea will guard us from the searching lamps.