Inscrutable it aches

The darkness falls upon me,
a hue above my pain,
and I wish I could just turn the life my back
and never waste it dreams again.

All hopes are just the face,upon despair,
dreams just the name to all illusions,
desire, the logical objective of a distance
unending just in the nowhere.

As dooms falls within me,
with you as only trace
I wish I could just turn back to life
and drown in your embrace...

...for all hopes are touched upon your face
where dreams and illusions fading  by your name
and desire knows the endless distance
between skin and fingertips deducing flame

When senses fails to call me
and all I reach to pace in pain
if this is how it feels,if this is how it breakes
i wish thy tune deepest in me to retain

Though inscrutable it aches..