The Dream Captured

A deep sleep guided me to the land of quizzical Where the hallucination acted immortal as the souls from delusional Those who ever filled the classic story of our time Declared their presence in the shackles of uncertainty I embraced my desire within I found my anguish bloomed betwixt I sank into the soul of crisis Sensing the seconds of my fragility Those lifeless souls grasp me there Grasp depth as they would never be seen, again A moment I was awakened from the dream Along with the shadow which deserted to be fade And the sense still there.. obscure... My longing which buried by despair Melting as the tears fell down And let the dots of my dream be a dwelling place for my stained soul And let those retentions sealed in every pieces of the journey Author's Note: For the deceased beloved Father (November 13, 2002) For the deceased beloved Sister (February 27, 2011)