27 February 2013
Day brings a sharp turn
No idle matter!
Such eager success
The gut, it wavers
My body, my heart; burns
Turns they enlighten
Waters the burnt rage.
Yearns the soul asleep
Music from the soft
Harp, that beats melody.
When do I sleep; now.
When do I wake; all
Dreams are woken from.
For tomorrow is...
The Big Call • Opuss № I