Obscure island green
In waters serene
A lonely bird
It’s song unheard
Silence
In the world of sounds
Lips
Never kissed upon
Bosom
Unsuckled yet
Full-of-the-moon
Behind thick dark clouds
Sleep
While the meteors shower
Dream
Naked with eyes digging deep
Life
A poem left unrecited
Waking
Into eternal recurrence
Perception
Blinded by the dark
Death
When life’s adored still
In the Island green,A lonely bird,
Silent lips, bosom like full-of-the-moon,
Sleep, dream, life… waking, perception, death…
Story Of The Footloose 