4. 
yesterday's Sorrows are But 
Seeds 
that Grow to Poison the Soul 
New Birth yields But
Pain 
life 
What is Here is only a 
Shadow 
of a 
Reality with no depth
or feeling
Non Being assimilates the 
Soul
life 
History Parts Company at the
Realm of Day   Dusk disappears
Into the Glory of the Sunlight 
as evil creeps towards
the other side
Sometimes I
Wonder
Sleep
Yearn
For more than once I have felt 
the Joy of life.
the morning Dew, Sunlight And Songs
are with me
the mountains are my arms the valleys
my heart I Sing with the wind