story nine

Life was not all ashes

Life was not all ashes, yet it was squandered spreading ash
How could I have described the hardships I suffered trying to get to you?
The day passed away in the wake of someone's reminiscence
Evening arrived, and passed away showing just a dream (hope, longing)
The passing years kept longing for better times
The time was such that I passed away bearing with your whims
The life which has the joy of having you predestined
He knows how to fulfill promises, so I held on to you
Over there, life is, but, another name for inebriation
And I walked a long distance to there with an expectation
(How foolish was I?)
The night arrived amidst the whispering of solitude
It was a desert plain but I crossed it chattering
Over there, life is, but, another name for inebriation
The spaces of my heart often get startled
Whose voice was it? And whom did it fade away calling?