Dream Poem by Suhel Akram

Gift of AURORA dewy never ere espied rare,
off lethargic screening moist silk sold never,
stretching languid femurs tree perpendicular,
beeline groping balls the wood of sculpture,
dress the twins pieces of spherical old curvature,
let they be guests at my sojourn to thou and nature.

out slipped twin bare skin end winnowing marvel,
head sheltered the hive of blanketed indigo ethereal,
auris longed dare catch up enchanting melody travel,
eyne relishing enamel OMNIPOTENT waxed real,
cheek copulating zephyr labium wet and aromatic nostrils,
flesh pound resting left shivering fever of eventide unravel.

images thou in eyne my dreams embellished samite,
clambered me athwart the crack of dawn aforementioned dreams bright,
if gift of AURORA same panorama was in dream preceding night,
knock questions thou intrinsic mine procrastinate millennial wait,
perturbed empathy cupped in still me clambering sanguine of light,
will thou be expecting me duel thou melancholies enthroning delight.

weaponed forth me on femurs ready vis-a-vis thou melancholies,
loitered me crossing woods thou land looking thee every faces,
wet me in tears of of nature lamenting thou yardbird of rivalries,
applauded they me in carpets of welcome combat thou enemies,
gave them me sanguine words lining in bonds of affirmed promises,
me here the knight in guise to liberate thee thou melancholies.

breaking in thou melancholy kingdom,
open my blade against rancor for thou freedom,
went my blows hurting enemies in continuum,
burnt them down to ashes in their day of doom,
painted red the kingdom bloods flowing in vanishing river,
freedom of thou from thine melancholies is here.

honored me free thee from thou melancholies,
sharp went clock alarming me my auris,
oh! my eyne open see me was in sleep yet to arise,
oh! what was i dreaming? what can turn that real?
its the dream i longed after betrayal.
OH DREAM! WHY DOTH THEE CANT BE REAL?