Full Moon Dream

In the futile triviality of the desolate wasteland, a sunburnt solitary tree languished a long while, cast nonetheless on the parched ground a sensuous shadow, my secret sanctum. A crystal path I had paved to the realm of retreated yearning, along the contorted contours of the disguised desire, where intrepid roses bloomed amidst the spiculed cactus, the scent took me on mirage to the oasis of reverie. In the motif of morphed image in my unclosed eyes the lanced landscape turned into the garden of glory, the fringe of flying cloud captured colors of horizon’s pallet, the beguiled breeze conducted captivating concerto of twilight. In mystique night you came enticed, floated on the flair of stardust, radiant in the amorous aurora of silver sequined moonshine, lifted the shroud of secrecy, entered my forlorn abode, where I dreamed, I was the full moon in your sky.