Dreams Are A Divine Art Poem by Yashim George

I happened in a great choir
A great host were before the alter
Many others accompanied with instruments and lyre
The notes rise with every gaze of the holy Pater

I fail to recall the syllabi which was sang
All creatures in the heavenly Orient
Not one expecting, great nor small joyously rang
The songs and music are vehement

I arose then with a melody and a hum
Through the day it reminded of another realm where I played a similar part
Missing no conductance, my heart precautious drum
In every beat through the chyme, I go nigh a simple truth - dreams are a divine art

Solemn I wade the day
Sometimes my face does not reflect this gay
Retire neat this night to bed
With the overused hum I shall sing as led.