An Obsessed Poet

The stream cascades skyward in swirling spate of ebullience with the dancing shadows of trees swaying entranced. Tempting topaz dew makes dainty diadem on glinting grass tips, weaves lilting lattice for me as I lie dreaming on the meadow. The drizzling dust of the descending moonbeam sequins in the silken sapphire night of argentine ambiance, embellishes pearl-laced cobalt sea waves of rolling rapture. That’s where I saunter searching for my muse elusive. Up above the majestic mountain slope’s supine undulation stands the sun-soaked summit of ecstasy I crave to climb. Down the verdant valley’s slithering spine smoothly curved, winds the emerald pathway on the pictorial plains I tread. When the floating fleet of gloomy cloud clumps drifts away, the rain-washed sky spreads the spectrum of my dreams of chromatic charisma on the rainbow arched horizon for me. That’s where I trace my ingrained imagination concealed. The scarlet sun rises with grandeur with the nascent dawn, lifts the veil of miasma from the masked facet of fervor. The wind of lyrical inspiration blows in the bland mindscape, sweeps away the dust from swathed senses to revive anew. Turning the buoyant embryonic emotions into a surging storm of creative craving blowing unrestrained with essence of expression, I fly on its fantasy wings in cadenced air to the realm of afflatus. That’s where in search of art of words I wander as an obsessed poet.