Awakened

Dark clouds splattered morn Glass reflects Bleak yellow tinge of sun The candle flame The naked clothes Lie upside down On a beaded line Not so neat but clipped A lonesome breather With medusan hair Oggles thro the stains Of the brown and dusty outside Frothy windows They stare back As i hum in my head Strange tunes ..from a foreign land Broken glass Spread the skies as stars Tide and time drift Hand in hand Veiw some droplets Pither pather across The solemn glass as Theyhide in the shadows.. May holy moon Half pitha better than no pitha Soars into youthfull skies Transcending layer by layer Bliss of solitude Time taps on to me As i kiss my breath And my faith she leaps So now Scribbling away On a resolution Giggles and smiles Like old times Muse awakened A new meaning A new dimension To the bardly nib