What thoughts do I have of you tonight?
Weird dreams appeared to me wild and vain
Walking down the path to good health
I could not be much more self-aware
That under the Narra trees in summer
A sea of scent perfumes the air
And into the vortex a new aspire began
Profoundly spiraling a world that I didn’t see
And the flaws of a woman weren’t a diamond in his chest
That it may bore glitters of a sailing memory
So that you wouldn’t have to preach
Such a woman who bore her soul upon
The navy-blue rocks of her dreams.
What thoughts of me do you have tonight?
A well-furnished room for immaturity
Dangling chandeliers of jealousy
Lighting the room where putrid foals lay scattered on the floor
To the kitchen where boundless memories of a sick language
Engulfed. You could not
Even be more self-unconscious
How non-nourishing our lives have been
Stepping on sharp wet glasses and making
It a beautiful slumber.
Indeed. Beneath the pillows we let out a spell
That fairies of the future may wake us up one day
From this endless chant where no one knows
Even the cries of the ants on the mountain
Ridges hails the cry for help that echoes echoing
Down the ocean of fog and into this
That our lives have consistently
Made a fall as we keep bouncing back to
The wooden plank we had set up for our own safety
Thus, it’s almost as if we fostered a dream
Where doves and butterflies we could
never see resting…and nesting…cocooning…
under the nurturing Narra tree.
What thoughts of a future do we have for one another?
Perhaps, a dream none of us can foretell.