I woke UP extremely late with sticky dreams at the corner of my eyes!
I could not wipe them, from the waterfall of cries!
Breakfast was set – the table-spread.
Still finding it hard to believe, I got out of bed!
All in my head.
The blessing of grace still astounds – the most common dread!
My sleep triples what it has made of visions of yesteryear.
Consciously the parades all around me, speak to me so sincere.
Therein the fixed theology of love – the question remains to bear this glove.
writing until the pen runs N2 paradise clarity! (by uniform & random means) 