I looked at afar.
The passage fade ajar.
Hope in hearth shine although in a war.
Glitters, I saw, remains in stellar.
Just, I, only wait in the couch.
Fading on the mind without the touch.
Even in still, showing no vouch.
Do you dream? Always in dream?
Always is, turns out, just a gleam.
Everything broke down makes me gloom.
Leaving me in silence room.
Ignorance, out of the way!
The wise sometime has to say.
Knocks you to remember the way.
Somewhere nearby not that far away.
In the Night Sealed Orange Box.