As she bent down unintended

How I want them to come out in wordsAnd fall in lineLike disciplined cadets,On ceremonial paradeOr like dancing dervishes!But alas, my words are stuckSomewhere in the winding trackOf the trachea…They are handcuffed!Silence sleeps between words and wordsAnd my mute music lies inert in my mindAs a woman full with childImpatient to see her babe’s tender…

If bottled tightIs sure to explodePerniciousFEARHiding serpentsIn unlit cornersKissing with hungry lipsPoison

Though real or illusoryMakes death less scaryAnd leaves life not drearyA balm to lives arduousAnd an intoxicant to the piousSo why scoff it as the fancy of a fevered mindWhile the mystery of it, no mortal could unwind

with my spirit wading through strands forlornwhere lamps shone bright in celestial gleambordering a land of bliss out of mortal reachwhere neither canker blights, nor flowers wiltwhere sorrow never enters and all shall be blestwhere each head like the sun aureoledwhere God in all His glory doth reignI saw through my slumber deep, as through…

But gradually weakens and withersAnd opens the door to deathDEATHDreadful and unpredictableAt once disconnecting and conjoiningAnd opens the door to life

And every leaf trembled at its touchOn his balcony, he lazily sat.His mind strayed like a vagabondThrough the strange terrains of dreams,Never settling anywhereHovering over myriad thingsHe was on the fringe of another worldIdly watching the shadows chasing the lightAnd the autumn clouds scurrying pastIn endless quest across the skyFeeling the breath of passing breezeHe…