The moon beams make a crazy fall,
Misty eyed twinkles and brightens the ail within.
Ease… Ease... thou!
Suppress the wings beneath the brimming potion,
Lest I sink in nothingness to come.
The perplexed tussle within,
The illusioned open and the real.
Yet, in clear moments,
Only can I sublimate.
Tease me not for I have shelved thee.
Here I am… Like a calm before the storm,
Am about to lull… Wake me not,
For while the dreary blues spun around
A dead slumber will feel no more.
Asangba Tzudir
3rd Jan’ 2011, JNU
