Aging candles hint at slumber
Now is sleep, their smoke avers
I see, at the boundaries of your patience,
You rest your weariness in silence
And I ogle not blindness
I ogle your lingering comeliness
Who are you? You wed a wish to life
Like a meaning to one's obsession
Like a vision to one's afterlife,
You disrobe fear of all its passion
To be seized by your essence
Is to be freed from solitude
Our fate spoke more than a coincidence
To heaven wings gratitude.