I look for a quiet spot
To sit and jot them down
On the sheet of paper I hold
Not bothering if they ring or rhyme
At times like gurgling streams
So noisy, they flow
Or like dew drops, gently moistening the grass
They come and quietly settle on the white surface.
Unable to be imprisoned
Within the structured frame of a song,
My thoughts, at times, take wings and fly.
Like Aladdin’s magic carpet
They carry me along to lands unknown
And regions never travelled!
As we fly, we watch from above
The magic tapestry of sculptured rocks
Green arcades and silvery streams
And lose in the beauty of
This spinning globe, so amazing to view
The ride being so pleasant, soon the Elements
Dissolve and time runs out
I even forget, I do exist
Ascending higher and higher
With a rare lightness of being
On wings so weightless
The world of truth fades completely out
Until like a thistledown
So weightless I float along with clouds
Propelled by the buoyancy of the air
Looking from those alien shores
At times I catch a glimpse of Heaven,
Beyond the far rims of the horizon
Then my soul leaps in such exquisite rapture
And my unuttered thoughts burst into a song!