Dreamt without permission
Prayed without authenticity,
In blazing sun, the touch
Of shadow and destiny
The smile on tired lips.
A sparkling dignity,
A gleam in wandering ryes,
Existence of dream personified,
To capture the most doubtful glance,
Or, to forget life’s dreadful plans,
One time balm on blistered soul,
On scourging face a spanking role,
Falsified curves on tired lips,
For once in lifetime I felt this bliss,
The time I stood rather than survive
Once in lifetime I felt alive.