The poet in my dream -
Sees colours through dull beauty,
and sings poems with blunt words.
Draws rainbow with a black pencil,
and paints on my mind, eyes closed.

The poet in my dream -
Stands still with me, waiting on sunrise,
smiles to the birds, and speaks to the trees.
Dawn in our hearts as we drift through sunset,
As silent whispers rhyme within our chests.

The poet in my dream - and me
The explosion bursts, in the calmness.
The sovereign amplifies, in humbleness.
The night so bright, as the sun can be.
And we see the sunlight,
colourful as a 60s movie.

I asked the poet in my dream,
What is life without beauty,
What is mind without clarity.
And as the poet be a poet,
He answers in riddles and beauty of words.
That is all I need, my hunger and thirst,
Be it a question, or a provoking thought,
I live with a hope, to be the poet.

Last night I longed for the morning sun.
   I wished for its warmth; I prayed for its light.
Coz the night felt so cold; seemed so dark; stabbed so blunt.
   Indignant, why can't the morning sun brightens my sorrowed night?

At dawn, the morning sun was delivered to me.
   With its glow and radiance, its glory and beauty.
O Morning Sun, the desired one; how I wish I could stare.
   But I was humbled by your glare; shamed by your flare.

So I hid myself in the shadow of a tree.
   Peeking through the branches,
      marvelling at what I can't see.
I closed my eyes, seeking the stillness in me,
   Through my eyes it dances,
      and my heart beholding its beauty.

O Morning Sun; your love - so mighty and abundant.
   You were there through the night, in my tears and my despondent.
O Morning Sun; your love - illuminates and enlightens.
   Through the soft breeze, the sweet chirps, the elegant *****,
      the dewy grass and the earthly fragrance.
I opened my eyes as a flower abscised fell on me,
   Instantly astonished by the sight of the dancing light,
      on the leaves of the tree.
Through the lake, the sky, and millions of miles
   - yet your reflection is all I can see.
How could have I aggrieved through the night
   - when the darkness set alight in me.

Your presence is too bright, so glorious and beautiful.
   Your absence is to be felt, as guidance for the fool.
As I slipped and I fell, coz the darkness felt so cruel,
   Let the cut goes deeper, feel the pain in wakeful.

O Morning sun, ease me of my worry.
   Look up to the proud moon, reflecting your beauty.

My aching heart, my yearning soul,
A deeper cut, and weary role.
Fill me in, let me grow,
Help me out, let me flow. ❤️

The blue sky from yesterday,
Is a bit shy today.
Two dragons, once entwined,
Now turn away –
disgusted, apart.

The filtered senses,
The shadowed images.
Are now sharpened,
When she asked –
for the sky to be awakened.

But she didn’t know,
The warmth of the sun,
can now burn.
The gentle light slips through her window,
Now pierces brighter.
So, the sky became shy,
Hiding behind the clouds that come by.