Promise

The courtesy of ever brimming love

The fountain of lost promises

Of lands and antique mountain heroes

They sung a different lullaby

To keep the vigil intact of broken dreams

A dream is a moving wish for penchant hope

I stand at the gate of eternity

Of heavenly shadows and rainbow dreams

A penmanship of an author lost and found

As the river ran a thousand depths

For the feeling of innumerable grief

As if my heart string was tied to a shadow.