Dream

I nurture voice with a clear mind, Forge by sure choice a heart most kind, I frame a poise to style word signs. I loiter glance with a pure heart, Frame a bold chance to create art, I speak in trance as the muse starts. I linger here with a fond gaze, Free waves of cheer to swirl in daze, I decline fear in this dark maze. I fumble well in worldly goods, Fling cares that tell of unsure moods, I cast my spells in worthwhile woods. I trouble grief with simple stare, Fly in a drift that upsets care, I live lines brief that climb the stairs. I fashion choice to seed a thought, Funnel a voice in sanguine lot, I echo poise to style verse plot. Leon Enriquez 16 December 2014 Singapore