Sleepy scribbles

Raindrops in winter,
Sea waves on sand,

Sun rays at dusk,
By the devine hand.

Languid children,
By river banks,
Smiling maidens,
By water tanks.

Neither happy though,
Neither show,
Princes and paupers,

Of long ago.

From over the sea,
Sail merchants ashore,
Drenched in longing,
For darlings and whores.

Lovers wander,
Under a sickle moon,
Dreamers idle,
On a sultry noon.

Trees of green,
In stirring air,
Shady fairies,

With fluttering hair.

Where in the world

Can we look,
To find what we stole,

But thought we took?

Somewhere deep within,

There lies,

A world of glory,

For awestruck eyes.

Where the clear and high,

Draped blue sky,

Showers drizzling stars,

With her cry.

Where to the winds,

The rivers dance,

And float mid air,

In their prance.

Where friends are dear,

To the mortal kind,

Like the sight is,

To the blind.

Where dreams are spun,

With fragile thread,

That catch the wind,

In the flimsy net.

Where a mother smiles,

With her child,

When the flowers,

Run blooming wild.

There we rest,

My friends and I,

Refusing to wake,

And realise.

The missing seed,

Of purity,

That happens to be,

Our destiny.

One bright day,

We rise,

Sun kissed,

Yet unwise.

Looking around,

We ourselves find,

The mysteries,

We left behind.