Solitary stands the muted flame
unable even to flicker in dreams,
left in the huge castle of-
loneliness not even you near by,
feeling each moment the pang of eons.
Speechless remain the wax gods
when even the hands of time
nay know to soothe the pain
of separation from beloved soul
as the little fairy leaves me alone.
When so fragile the mirror of faith
is scratched by careless fate,
I fall nailed to the barren sand
lashed by yesteryear’s dreams.