Requiem for what through moments of the funeral hymn Sent of roses for a dead poet, lying in a coffin Blurred frames of past to tearful eyes of sun Falling down upon serenade of angels in the grey horizon What went before is sorrow, lasting in heaven Beside doubts of shadows, running through the vein Leaving the house of dreams to the depth of oblivion Getting far by now as ashes within the same ambition Toward the field of silence,edited with the celestial season Requiem for what has been an illusion of destination But coldness’s still grieving here in yards of lifespan Siding the mist, concealing the yard where I am reborn No more requiems it’s poetry it’s the bud of mystery upon Drop rains reflect the scene of unfathomed creation