I wait in the world of qualm,
In the midst of isle of lore.
Where the veil came crumbling down,
Enhancing to join the dawn.
Then I slowly close my eyes,
And reminisce of those blissful days.
Now I move over you, my oblivion.
Until I breathe, I call you my home.
And this is where it will begin,
The germination of a novel life.
Unveiling the aged crypting door,
Little hopes and petite aspirations.
For years I've walked the road to you,
Escalating the sense of emulous youth.
I followed the path of the wise,
Yet you remained so distant apart.
And now here it is all sown,
Inspiration, unclosing an unseen door.
And now here it would be revealed,
My enigma, unveiling an enthralled door.
