A Chat Between Heart And Mind
In the chaos of black days,
And stillness of bright nights,
Heart divided its tale,
And mind countered a validation,
About a dream shared this night,
Sailing in the same whim afterwards then…
When the reduced lump said;
Tonight let us share my share of ache,
This canister I unpack every night,
to sleep with the aroma of a fancied wound,
being worshiped in veil,
more than my breath,
the wound, of infinity.
I too rise in trance every moaning morning.
My senses keep howling in the gorges,
where I yearned to rescue...