Grave

Oh yeah grave!
I learnt you have been staring expectantly as night embrace morning in its conjugal romance,
Swallowing my secrets, sighting my moment of seeing things to sail,
Sharing my grace, stolen some moments, I got to know about you so soon, isn't it?

Today like every other days I seek hope buried in fate that flashes it's teeth in a kind of pride, glaring at my ride while I hope for a peaceful tide, it calls grave my abode.
I walk gallantly to surpass some see, searching for seed that surmount my sins, craving for bliss in the shelter of the seer, my Rabbi, I can't explain but I felt In the matching myriad of memoirs I hope I am helding not the tip of tree in the forest of  true a path to thread to grave.
Oh yeah grave! What are your packages?
I long for luring scent and the sweet landing of my self away from the sweat I'm shedding from this silhouette hour of hoping that I hope.
Let's stare eye to eye and tell me the secret behind your accolades that match to the good in me if not solat and my vastness in the scriptures that encompass a guide, you know?
So many eloquent, elegant men now find themselves in the grave, the next might be me, oh grave!