"Return Not"

Mighty the total injustice,
Solitude the adjusting destiny;
I walked seeking,
Seeking for the only star,
Blowing with stormy winds.

Branches have come by,
Breeze of cool life bringing has blown,
Yet the little brook,
Gives itself a tiring break.

Blooms of gardens,
Glows of dim lights,
The shimmering of those little lights on the waters,
A calmness so soothing.

Long times of togetherness with oneself,
They are gone and gone,
With the residue pain of
Never Returning.