Before the night, I aver-
Down this endless road, hopes glimmer,
As I tread forth they disappear,
Only to reappear a little further.
In this heart the nature whispers,
Of hooting owls and other creatures;
‘There is no path here, O’ wanderer-
‘Look south and north, what the snow covers’
When my hands tremble and tears trickle
I would answer briefly and forth toddle;
‘Do you not see these love shackles’ -
‘And warm memories that I coddle?’
I shall not halt for some hurdles,
I see hopes and hopes rekindled,
Sublime me questions, and do befuddle-
Till I rest at last in the earth cuddle.