Life Under Ruin

_Life under the ruin _ Under the debris of the broken Moon, The light that did never wish to wink, Life failed to flower the flavour of looking good. In the dark tunnel of my heart a flickering flame still burns, Upon thy green eyes a shadow of budding bright. In thy heart a moderate glow time tested though, Bubbles the ray of coming shine. In the tiny heart of mine, once raised in hopes high to touch the sky, Unknown taste of vacarious delight, did propel to lie on the tip of dewed dream an unsigned insight. The fall of thy footsteps on the soil of futurity churnsthe milk onced dried. I am ingrained once again at the flashing end of this dreadful journey.