Reverie, A Dream


The wondrous spite of nature beckons the soul

One can’t help but respond in a spellbound role

A character not present hitherto arises all anew

A face that emerged from where white doves flew

Now in a float of mist that most reveries delve into

Uninhibited and undeterred, even without a rue

A fog so dreary yet so mystic and oddly alluring

Drowning the sights of sense and hearts calling

What has thus transpired unto self was a mystery

From black dusts of fate to a film of the imaginary

Perhaps the white sky’s bestowing upon one’s cry

Even if just a dream, a momentous moment’s lie

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