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I awoke to the sense of you ,
My heart tingles at the thought of you,
This separation holds an aching despair .
Oh! how wondrous is the throb ,
As, in every surge you are the voice .
In this unknown I am alive ,
In this depth I am lifeless .

Slumber , a slumber for a thousand drunken days ,
Each day dropped me into an abyss of unseen dream s .
The morn brought the chill ,
Pricking the shell of our caged demeanor ,
A horde of unsaid words build upon the receding mist ,
Peculiar , must the mouth utter .
All held is the gaze ,All felt is the touch ,
The fear must be left in the pool of the trod- den.

The walk of remembrance remains alighted by surrender .

My eyes burn with the haze of slumber ,
I crave to hear words of warmth from a loved one ,
He , she or the other , I would say , much too far .
These days of peculiarity push my thirst for a brightening light .
Moving further with the waves of unfamiliarity ,
I look ahead in need to grasp threads of my known ,
Yet in human vice I glance at my yesterday , seeking for all which held my courage .
Now hear I am venturing out into a infant's world , I must begin .