Stolen
What I own is taken,
Like a chick snatched off it mother's plummage,
My assailant sailing off the cloud,
For its actions towers far above me,
Like the sky far beyond the earth!
Life is like a mounting hike,
What we cherish like the breath of the elk,
For it comes to us so rightly,
And clasp it hold over our mind,
But so violent is the hands of the thief,
Leaving the mind in a lost daze!
No more does my sun move east to west,
For now night rules the day,
And the sun retired from old age,
For the moon it queen lay quietly under her veil,
For her bone of bright elegance is damp!
Bring back my joy,
That which falsehood has stolen,
For my life rings hollow,
Like a rock set in between a ring,
But it lacks that toughness,
And hungers for that which is taken,
For all for one,
And one for all,
So goes the mind and soul!
