The Dreamcatcher Hanging In The Corner Of My Room
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 sou
ght 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!