From the readers' hearts(tiltles from you-the readers)

At the zenith of-

the heavens,thou art-

waning ruefully like-a

waned orb flickers-

with the gold of bliss-

in the silent night-tide.

 

Beneath thee, i walk-

in the maze where i-

wander in the bliss of-

fear bestowed by the phantom-

of honesty who heeds to-

the gaudiness.

 

Roving,roving poignantly..

neither a glistening pathway nor-

the bridge to vigilante canst be seen-

by my empty sights within trodden Oasis where-

thee born with the heart of gold.