Penseès

Sweetest Mother, 
Like no other

Of bringing me forth,
You'll ne'er loathe

A body without a soul?
A steam engine without coal,
Is what it actually is
A heart that knows no peace

                                   Ghosts of past,
                         Dancing with the present
                                A dance to last?
                    Or 'till the full moon turns crescent?

I hum the tune,
Of the lonely hearts
I stare at the dune,
As the sandstorm starts

Standing atop,
The dizzying peak of the mountain,
Fancying a drop,
Staring at the dry fountain

If only I could stop time,
To compose a hearty rhyme,
For the pretty Princess,
Who left my heart in utter distress

The great battle of minds,
To draw the blinds,
The clamour for souls,
That every human mauls

I slept and dreamt,

Of the greenest Earth

I awoke and felt,

The prevailing dearth

Days are ever moving so fast,
The sky overhead always overcast
Trying to quench my heart’s thirst,
By banishing memories of days past