Tonight existed an icy one,
nothing occurred truly stature absent;
we clashed at the crowning of the peek
witnessing for the yesterday's mantle
without a real sense of direction.
Broken hour glass spot vacant
then nostalgia assaults me
so woeful that coherent I did not glimpse
the ship ferrying west not east.
The temple reveres long neglected.
Down the illuminating beaming road
you presumably knew why.
Eyes shut and refreshing sound
serenade faintly at the ancient window.
My slumber is over now.