When the beats are low and visions are light,
Often, in my dreams, I see an unseen sight.
Through nervous passage to uneasy chore,
My anxious sensation does open the door.
It’s vast and beautiful; the pure and divine,
I blink my eyes, and wonder, if it’s mine.
If crawl or run; me, the clueless, a new born,
Perhaps, too insane to anticipate due morn.
The wind, the guide, and few lessons to fly,
Though fledge less flight; I measure the sky.
Chasing your foot marks, scattered over sea;
You; the noble, the glorified or that’s only me!
Sudden twist and turn; it’s fortune-wheel,
A loud, reechoing call back; rising in peal.
Let me be stay here; I beg, I cry and request,
But destiny arrives, along with never easy test.
Either endless peace or desires extreme,
An inauspicious pick, the end of my dream.