Alone

I feel such a heaving of my heart,

So quietly lonely and so busily forlorn

That I watch all about me crash and burn

While I converse with you on a dome.

I plan the future which I cant see,

I bring out from me what is me

And I adorn the canvas of my life

With different shades and moods and dyes.

I know not what will befall me

But I crave a person I can own

So that Im never again once lost

While sifting through my tome.

So many things I want to write,

So many words I want to speak

And I want to hold your hand upon my chest 

Till I reach Holy Eagle Peak.

We tiffed a lot once upon a time

Ever since I learnt to rhyme;

I hold you constantly in my bosom

As your words soon may wizen.

There is a little food for everyone

But when will abundance we call home?

Infinite riches, infinite love true

Even while we drink nectars like som.