Miller Of The Dew

As we move by the journey Spewing the breaths painful when bereft of all the gods edge when fragile by the riffs riffles by ridges of years and age as the unequalled stream by the ride when gleaned by all tears and smile rolling from the love thrust eyes beaten by the love-obsessive ricks for a long time yet of skeptical rhythm as when remembered by the night browsing through the moments past when besotted by the mortal walks the tangled foot prints out of illusion when slowly smudges by dusts time torn baling all the earthly longings attired the sun when moving fast by the head like a miller of the dew of the last dream...........................