a Dream of Uncertain Thoughts

The summer was long, the winter never came
My heart was a larceny of memories with pain

What was the ethos of the pathetic gloom?
I sought in the shelves across the deep dark room

Fiery and Fierce-the one syllable voice
Of courage, esteem and hope- stayed alive

Echoed with the pedestrians of a medieval dream
Equality was a farce as Life floated in whims

The pimp, the Pastor, the pauper and the Priest
Dangling in a chain of larceny and greed.

The sins of past tramples with my presence
A life beyond life, beacon of a moderate thought

Flickers under the clouds of a grief-stricken moment
I was crying like the baby who lost her three-legged dog

You have breached within the sacred chambers
Of a monk's desires to a pious facets of a steady flow

The sanctity reminds me of the smell of some sweet fragrance
The tentativeness of tip-toed steps within my mother's shawl

One day as a kid, as I had encroached to that scent
As my mother played with my dark long locks

As I live on the broken ledge of hours gone
The summer comes singing again of the many winters gone

Time shall live, so shall you, she and the holy thoughts
Of a tangling moment of desires filled with that musky scent.

Once that I smelled as the mirage of those filthy men
Tried to clasp me with their rotten claws

The body shall go, same as I shall leave
Departing from today into a brighter tomorrow

Floating within the hollowness of uncertainty
I shall reunite with the eternal energy that dwells here and forth.