O' Shroud Me

O, shroud me in this pungent mist,

Release my mind, fair maiden,

Let not the ugly worry, worry me,

But this commune of like-mindedness,

Melt away all my worries.

Fear not soul, but I am with sister and brothers,

A familiar family of strangers,

Within the watchful eye of each other,

Communicating, not with our words,

But, of our very existence.

An eon of understanding, in our soul of infinity.

A memento of past, present and future.

Let not fear nor worry or even vengeful regret step across our shadows,

But inhale this fine day.

And should it be our last? Well then,

Shroud me in this pungent mist one last time,

For I shall breathe with joyful sorrow,

Thickening my blood crimson,

And exhaling the purity of truth and understanding.

Vibrating soul, let these waves caress the complexities of mind,

So we shall see day in a different light,

Light of a different day.

And while stepping through perception and witnessing with nimble eyes,

The minute changes that flow with everlasting memories,

Delve deeper into the cave of secrets,

The core of trust, the metropolis of circuitries and complexion

That our inner thought reflects.

And should I bid on this day?

Let me bid on being here,

In inter-weaving complexity, entwined empathy, tangled intuition.

O, shroud me in this mist.

Pungently, release my mind, fair maiden,

Let not the ugly worries, worry me,

But this commune of like-mindedness ,

Melt away all my worries.