The Dreamcatcher Hanging In The Corner Of My Room

In this chase of solace 

Run for delusional toys

Sneaking into circles and graphs

Of recurring patterns 

Bringing about a mixed bag 

Of discomfort and discrepancy, 

Of losing homeostasis 

And concocting ingredients from head

To put it all together 

Into a puzzle, all forgotten 

A little troglodytish, 

A lost cause, while, 

I stumble upon your face

And the rest becomes history!

The rain dance of our reflections and silhouettes 

Go berserk into the radiance 

Of that old sought solace

The celebration that ignites a thousand lamps

In the middle of a dead graveyard 

Of naked bones barging out

Of rotten skins that no one cares for. 

Like fireflies in the deep woods

My aortic pulp resonates in gratitude for your existence 

Like the aurora that mellifluously somersaults across the darkness

You reverberate into my soul

And this magic that we create

Sings the lullaby to the end of eternity 

That fades into a thousand moons

On a dusky no moon day 

And as Aurora, we pass by-

Until next time!