silver nights

some days old, some nights tired,
In hue silver, in wrap of gold,
I try to run away from the crowdiness of place,
My emptiness push me back, this hollowness let me astray...
Far far away, near to those ways,
I look fo a face, i desire for a dry bay....
Yes, i am in ego, for my heart in pain,
Some shadows never leave, some dark holes never gape....
Even , in my dreams ,in its reality,
I worship love, i hold onto its felicity,
For in sharpness of those memories,
I give away myself to its hold, safely!

Hiramalik