Thorns of Hopes

Thorns of hopes through the shattered shadows
When the day to the evening comes
And sleep waves of slumber in thoughts hums
To sea of deep where everything goes
Ongoing infinity motions that flows
From this endless space of each living plumbs
Where all contrast meets or becomes numbs
To catch the wind of the high and the lows

Yesterday's thick-shadowed ongoing darkness
Everything comes like pearly dew
Water like diamond in stillness of time
Shred of peace in its crystal clear starkness
Coming and going always propelling through
In to forgetfulness from its high prime