Stillest Hour

This happened unto me one monsoon night.

There came my stillest hour.

I went there with my might.

On the rooftop of the tower.

Quietness that twitches ones heart.

And eternal peace of the dark.

With slight dribbles of rain,

Feeling neither pleasure nor pain.

Forever alone,

With thoughts and feelings of my own.

Forever alone,

With the legends that are gone.

Like child, crowds I seek.

Onto few my eyes peek.

But like teen, I reject them.

I find no depth I detest them.

But perhaps there's hope to be kept,

Each lies in their own depth.

Such is the tale of lonesome flower,

After the storm came my stillest hour.