The edge of time has come,
new pieces of life glitter in an old box.
The heaven of my heart undone
and a shining fragment of a new chapter .
How then my inner one knows,
the gleaming of the journey inside,
in all i do i see,
you my rose,
In sleep i feel disturbed,
the feeling it shows im hurt,
in this place that they call home,
scented flowers bloom by the doorway.
Stars hidden by the earth filled sky,
the flowers have gone to die,
and all i see is life decayed,
sweet autumn dark mother womb.
Then shall i see a light,
the holy darkened flight.
Belsize park at night
was my becoming.
I recently went to London and stayed in Belsize Park.