Half of what I say is meaningless; but I say it so that the other half may reach you. --Kahlil Gibran
Unpoemed
December 3, 2005Darkness engulfs me in the dead of the night
The moon quivers with the gray clouds
The winds disturbs the resting naked branches
just like the spirit of the world kissing my naked soul.
The clouds hide half of the sky's face
With the stars closely hiding
Not glitter is visible against the dark pitched heavens
just like the spark of my youth slowly waning.
