How far can you see across the roof tops, <br />Over trees and beyond distant towers, <br />Toward blue tinged hills of distant slopes, <br />Against a cold grey skys darkening hours. <br /><br />Can you not feel the pains of small hopes, <br />Soiled, spoiled, foiled by their powers <br />To delude self greatness as well poor sopes, <br />Whos fates follows all scented flowers. <br /><br />How far can you dare without pale daylight, <br />To hear the songs that would cry in souls void, <br />And echo in a gardens silent night. <br /><br />Can you not taste the sap enough to write, <br />The storms illusions, much would it provide, <br />Of right or might, to know a true dawn bright.
