Reverie, A Dream
Reverie
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
