Welcome to my world of dreams where imagination and reality, fancy and truth, laughter and tears move hand in hand. I will let you have a glimpse at the share of my own sky, sometimes sunshine bright, and sometimes with rainstorm.
I will take you to memories that are like a serene glow of moonlight, a whisper of mountain breeze, and a rushing gushing brook.
Coleridge, you fever bird You sang out last night!
As I lay closing the day like a book groping for a bookmark named sleep, you sang your grief.
Why do you cry like one possessed? It makes weird sounds against my window panes. A moist breeze blows I wiggle my toes, rearrange my sheets for warmth, my insomniac eyes long to watch your dream. Every now and then, I tap my veins to eavesdrop and hear the throbbing of my blood-flow checking for a rift through which a giant tree can grow building a nest for your Albatross. Your opium eyes sprout wings, beat on my breasts and I become a giant
tree building house for those lost dreams , comforting them to creep and climb my body.
But then I infer the frequency of emanations have become lesser and lesser and almost died out through the years it seems ? You shouldnt be exhausted of your poetic nuances or even you can start a Narrative , Story Telling or a Novel ? Why not ?( Do this.This will be a turning point and a fruitful venture to be undertaken and you are a Doctor of Diaspora, of Exodus . of a Cruise of Life poetically speaking ) .
I came here after a long long time . I wish you fly spreading your wings, soar high as an Eagle and not be weary but with Faith and Hope , Strength and Honour.
Richer and Truer as years go by , may all things be fine with you .
3 comments:
beautifully written!
A dream so heavy... I have gone through sleepless nights. I think I know this. Very well written
Exquisite ..yet highly poignant ..
But then I infer the frequency of emanations have become lesser and lesser and almost died out through the years it seems ? You shouldnt be exhausted of your poetic nuances or even you can start a Narrative , Story Telling or a Novel ? Why not ?( Do this.This will be a turning point and a fruitful venture to be undertaken and you are a Doctor of Diaspora, of Exodus . of a Cruise of Life poetically speaking ) .
I came here after a long long time . I wish you fly spreading your wings, soar high as an Eagle and not be weary but with Faith and Hope , Strength and Honour.
Richer and Truer as years go by , may all things be fine with you .
Be a Strong Woman.
God Bless.
Wishes.
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