"I love the dark hours of my being.
My mind deepens into them.
There I can find, as in old letters,
the days of my life, already lived,
and held like a legend, and understood." 

— Rainer Maria Rilke.
Rilke's Book of Hours: Love Poems to God

As my soul meandered

Take me back, someone
To that day of eternal bliss.
The day I ascertained my alter ego.

The day I wandered,
in the darkness of the swarthy sky.

Listening to the surreal beings,
Drifting in the autumn air;
Maundering about Life and Death;

About How humans part;
And how their memories remain in us like 'the footprints left on the sands of Time'.

-Medhavagmi