Dreamer And The Dreamed
A jazzy moon I see before my eyes.
Born as a small ball, it alters in size.
Where does it rise from while I'm in deep sleep?
Do this moon and I have some norms to keep?
As a seed within the womb of the earth
Does this wait for the due time for its birth?
The moon and the sky seem to be the same.
Do the earth and the seed bear the same name?
I find the moon nowhere when I awake.
Mirage, like fog, is erased at daybreak.
Is this sky-moon game a mere illusion?
Does this call for a mind-body fusion?
Copyright © Christuraj Alex | Year Posted 2025
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