Woven in mist
Their faces
Appear in my dreams
And stalk
The spiraling stairs
Of heart
And with lips entice
As I swoon
In trance
And taste at once
The unforeseen bliss
That drips
From those eyes
And fills up my cup
And spills…
Away from the doses of grime and grease
From struggling silence
And fretted unease
Their songs now call to my soul
As I roll
As a fish that is coiled in a net
Of trust and duty and who knows what else.
I am drunk in my dreams
And hope
For a flight
With angels of light
Who I know shall fly
With others elsewhere
Beyond my gaze
In unflinching haze.
And still do I dream
And conjure in vain
Those eyes, those lips
Those enchanting songs
That drag my ship
To who knows what shore
And toss my soul
As a cloud in a storm
That hopes for a flash
To pour out in rain
Songs of a hymn that is unheard of yet!
I tussle with life to sail in my dreams
Punctuating days
With half-hearted screams.
