At The Crossroads of Dreams

The lament of peace is the essence of the sempiternal posterity,
The sky wails while the volplaning time personifies unsung mortality,
Clouds maunder unhindered in their endless winding path,
The impervious life tries to bind them with a comfortable wrath.

The prepossessing free fall beckons me to the cradle of nothingness,

An adscititious spirit of freedom gives way to the noisome darkness,

I was cocooned in my tower keeping a watch for impending disaster,

Never realised that the foundation of my tower was going to fritter.

I found myself at the crossroads of desire and the clouds,

With only a divarication between the two eternal doubts,

The clouds show me the winding road to never-ending peace,

While my desires are always given away on lease,

The disparate soul chooses to let go off the acquisitive desire,

My eccentric dreams are still dreaming for peace to retire …