Art Of Exiting Poem by Naveed Akram

The exercise of exiting is astounding,
One mans a night of deceasing liberties,
Those dreams are of rocks that swim,
As the nights roar to the full effect we disengage.
This sleep is of the froth and following
So loved by the lovers of the nights.
That dream is sacking us, is blocking us,
Like the fairy of the same river
And the monster who bites and entrances.
The exiting must be business for the tails
And the trees, these marvellous weathered
Beasts so intriguing and delighted by themselves.

Must we master the weather with all of glory?
Understand these gems and jewels like gold,
Then firmly sleep with those same riches in heart,
Letting the soil and trees do plants' work.
Feed with water, bless with rain, and sacred water
Shall appear once more, to do the genius of reality.
Some dreams are always in the gear
For the day, but night needs you to sleep once more.