Decision

Dust has settled
but O! Sun I have been recalled
the darkest nights has said informidable,
the silent chirps are now
in deepened furrows of Earth with no dreams
eclipsing,
I have heard no tale,
and of ancient seers and lords too
a heart like you melt at my doorsteps
and I am rejuvenated.

I yet, know of no melody
but in pain to sing a song
the prevailing destinies who say no lord
and in no order to mimic
there is no resolution,
I glance at bleakest hope
should I become a saviour,
or wait till your warmth, a fresh aroma
fills my senses.