The dawn of dusk sets upon
Behold the quixotic quality of its dew
Frolicking in the realms of ambiguity.


Emotions safely encapsulated in a hourglass.
Sanctified it is
Pure and virginal it remains, trickling pass.


Alas! Trapped between its vacuous void!
Crying for a semblance between the meeting of souls
Never will it correspond


Etched in detachment
Two remains two
Without an chorus of singularity


I bemoan the stark reality


Emotions foaming beneath the recesses of the soul
Threatening to erupt
Threatening to defy


When will it all come to?


A gayous facade masks the wretchedness within
Always will it be near, forever will it be far
Against all odds, battered is the sole outcome


The soul continues to scour
First in wonder, second in awe
Lost in its own translation


The solitude soul now sneaks a peek
Then swiftly absconds to its excellent elusiveness
The vacuous veneer, always its faithful fortress


A divided disposition at odds in its stiffling shield