The Solitude Slumber.

These Rhythmic flow of winds; once gushing,

Squashed into a sleep slumber,

Reminiscing the spurts of these moments,

Excavating the peace and solitude, once lost.

Silver Moonlight portraying my shadows,

like the silhouettes of a lost soul,

Embracing me with joy of delight,

like a remnant of a happy soul.

Perplexed opinions now squandered,

All the worries, the pains now hindered,

Contemplation of true nature now rendered,

Like Loyalty of Moon to the Night in Embers.

Clouded opinions now faded,

like the changing phases of Lunar,

feeling the solitude of these cold breezes,

and providing me with sense of Zen.

Changing Rhythm of heartbeats,

stabilized by a sense of calm,

Washing away all my tautness,

and making my soul Cyan.