My dreams elude from rest-
In ungainly music from tender voice-
When you are asleep-upon dreamlands, my heart-
In lyrics of unheard ballads, singing in rejoice.
In tender movements of eye lids, side forth,
Whose virtues -in realms of mirth declare;
Possessed, Prized vault of all his treasure-
Telling the wind, set for the bright, stare!
And the moon, tendering his signature-
To pass by the pleasant breeze-unheard;
In a thousand voice, unharmed by cumulous clouds
To sketch her beauty, songs of colours unmatched!
My dreams, playing in symphony with the rays-
Reflects her smiling, innocence of all hardship,
In tender songs of her lips-lord’s faith,
On his wonderful art-pious worships!
In depth of this smile, lies his art-
Fast asleep- world terms in casual eye-
When dreams foster, elusive of the rest,
Walking around, sleeping in dreams to their dismay!
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