“Enjoy the blessings of this day, for this day only is ours, we are dead to yesterday, and we are not yet born to the morrow!”

STREAM OF UNCONSCIOUSNESS

Blue water glittering in the silent Stream

Radiantly, like the sunlit beam,

Eyes rise, you are at the water’s edge

I am fastened, like a wedge

Quarantined by your beautiful radiance

Mesmerized I am, in a trance,

Eyes that seem Divine

They are betwixt with mine

Tresses bouncing on your silk laced dress

Moving like a Kestrel, leaving its nest,

I am calling but you do not hear

Suddenly, you disappear

Like evening shadows when the Sun is gone

I awake in forlorn,

Though melancholy and feeling bleak

Overcome I am, with exceeding seethe!

© Sheriff Gerry Ali 2011