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.