Solitude Pith

There was a time Of a roaring fire storming inside A dull disinclination now Has come to you to abide Prematurely strayed away From the howling storm Sense the wilted flower And enter the pith of solitude The stars revolve in black As thine aching lust has awakened Evading dusk, the flames of ecstasy To the pith of solitude I shrink as I bewail The giant of red Shed no light of sympathy Respite of vanish relentlessly As you repose In the briny depths of the sea Strayed away From the howling storm And the dying stars... The stars revolve in black As thine aching lust has awakened Evading dusk, the flames of ecstasy To the pith of solitude I shrink as I bewail The giant of red Shed no light of sympathy Restless in stillness Once relieved by tribulation Delivered by the moon Ushered to the desolate sea Guts of wind rising Serenity destined to wither In the twilight hour As shrinks the daylight I stand beneath the eyes Of forgotten aspirations The void is swollen By the ghost unborn And I lay down the burden Of infinite mysteries Prematurely strayed away From the howling storm Sense the wilted flower And enter the pith of solitude