Night and rain outside
With dragging sigh, the sparks flaked sides
What's left are fragments of tears in tides.
See the ornaments shimmered in moody lune-light,
Till the come of curtain rains unite.
The silver boy had left some precious like crescent dime
Short periods before taking to blacken sea dive.
Thy blurry gazes longly t'ward smear of lights
Departing faraway borders that glowed with pride.
Thy hands are tied, my lips are dried.
Struggle tonnes hard and futile fights.
Thy worry concerns thee never sight
Faint desires stranded to trapped kites.
Had only the thoughts of wind conjure to thee
Regard not thine painful stride.
For yearned fonder lodes of impassive joy,
In matters of hours' waits and courage strikes.
Fear not thy child of uncertain prays
I'd wished thy mum's calm nurture-guide.
Smile without gloominess thy child of right
I'd wished thy dad's nice console-vise.
Had only time wizards or top divines
Grant thee thy arch of heavenly ties.
With wits and willingness for daring heights
Nods and kisses thy clasps to binds.
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