In a wake of my dreams, from within
The grassy hills and lanes
In a wink of my eyes, twixt
The kisses of a sweet breeze
I saw-withering in the wild west wind
White daisy blossoms of love.
As quite as a pilgrim’s prayer..
As mature as the silence it beholds..
Welcoming the pearl drops of rain,
Princess of beauty from far and near.
My woody door hangs to its hinges
Half open to my world of dreams.
Toppled and tossed by the naughty wind..
As rain drizzles though flooded lanes..
Awaiting the sun, for warmth of love..
The drenched daisy petals laments alone.
Let the firmament be drained out,
My heartbeats reverberate silently.
“Let the dilapidated daisies be restored
And their nectar of love flash hues
In the drenched wings of butterflies
While kissing away the murkiness of this night
Splashing flicks of smiles in my lips
That quiver in the terror flashes of lightning”
But alas! even as the vesper sounds
Resonate over the horizon
Lightning flashes and rain splashes
Sways along holding hands with the wind...
All I can do is a silent wish and
Beg to the heaven’s bounty
For my wish to be granted
That the daisy blooms be kissed by the morning sun...