I was dreaming a dream,
The universe opened,
And some one was singing!
The tune touched the lyres,
Scattered numberless,
As hanging pulleys on the space,
In air, airy and weightless.
And you my divine darling,
In the waves of eternal sea,
Hymn my rime undone,
And my sorrows boats,
Upon your current float,
As I myself erect the screen!
My salt made Coney,
Covered with polythene,
Wishes to be nude,
As I seek melting,
Or you with your grace,
Get me sunk in your bosom!
Hi enthroned empress,
On the Imagination’s blue print,
For your love, for your taste,
For your pleasure, and rest,
I have only the privilege,
A prisoned bird in body’s cage,
And here too, I bear your image!
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