Dream of the Past

 O Glorious Dream of the Past, 

Guide me through this treacherous journey, 

Through the maze of this farce society.

O Perfect One, of the heart, 

Your silences speak more magically 

Than words ever could to me; 

Enlightening my heart, to reach for you.

In the darkness, my hands try to grasp light, 

Not knowing that the warmth of it 

Can only be felt, not kept, 

You are like the Sun, 

Burning every minute, to enlighten our days.

And I, your patient sunflower, 

Hoping to love you from afar.

Light years away, still we can see each other, 

In illusions of the universe..

If this isn't magic, what is? 

Confiding in You, 

I found this world fake.

All in the mind, what about the soul at stake?

Dreams are truer than reality, 

Past and future merged in the heart.

Death is more sought after than life, 

The soul more craved for than mind, 

For liberty is where we meet.

Confiding in You, in your musing, 

I finally found Love.

© Suranya