***as The Moments By The Time ***

as I wait to see the blue moon the shadow still expands by the clouds where each speckle of the wind mimes me the moment of the time in its tone of truth yet not befalling when bemoaned even not unnerved by the reeks of rune still hope persists by its own tunes as the day comes yet after the stormy night today is the truth absolute by the relentless effort tomorrow becomes the history by the introspection that becomes still irrelevant by the time in diffusion grimace may turns the curtain by the darkness mirage is not truth by the vision when glaring phenomenon exists when we trudge in scorching desert dream may expire in its delusion as dying dwarf of shadows rain of tears may precipitate all the folds by the dissolution apparent haziness of night becomes truth absolute morning when dazzles by the rising sun by the mist of corn field all seems o be crystal clear when delved from the darkness the illusion by the passage would all disappear in due course