Quietly, you came to the shore of my being unannounced to lull all things to sleep. Drowsiness and uncertainty bear your long-drawn-out indeterminate notes. I nonetheless still embrace the unsung paeans of solitude amidst lingering scents of absolute detachment. Nights unspoken dreams oneirocritics dare not interpret for none can bear the solemnity of your brumous outpourings.
Show me your impassioned thrills. Regale me the latency of silence birthed in the crucible of time! The Earth redoubtable in face of unfulfilled yearnings never stopped floating in Ocean of becoming. O tell me once again the heroic tales slumbering in distant memories, rising and falling like cadences of songs whose endings lead us to a dulcet flowing Bourne!