Morning.

Full many a glorious morning have I seen,
Flatter the mountain tops with sovereign eye,
Kissing with golden face the meadows green,
Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy;
Anon permit the basest clouds to ride,
With ugly rack on his celestial face,
And from the forlorn world his visage hide,
Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace:
Even so my sun one early morn did shine
With all-triumphant splendor on my brow;
But, out alack, he was but one hour mine,
The region cloud hath masked him from me now.
Yet him for this my love no white disdaineth;
Suns of the world may stain when heaven's sun staineth.

~ Rahul.

A Part Seperate.

If from the forthcoming past,
I changed, Halved by self, remained,
Would feel filled brimming,
Rather is stolen, or first empty,
Breathing expect and flowing lies,
Dripping an authority false,
Over strained stained bond,
Perception veiling heart,
Of self, only consolation,
Twice unexpected, does,
Relieve glowing faintly,
Recognition, Plead, Forgive.

~ Ielfphil Raven.