I Breathe Poetry

I breathe poetry of ebullient emotion, the designer of dreams, search for the sense of frosted feelings, as they mingle totally with my twilight time, my mind merges with densual obscurity, impulses ingrained. The crystal path I pave to the realm of retreat along the contorted contours of deserted desire. There the roses bloom amidst the spiculed cactus, within imagination entrained, take me with the mirage to the oasis of reverie, with desolation dismantled. From the splendor sprouts the foliage of fervor, the canopy cast colors of the new sky on the poet’s heart abdorbant. As the twilight sequesters silence in the static time, the poetry of life flows under the star studded sky with fluid passion sequined. The mesmeric moonbeam sprinkles silver dust, my muse wafts in dreams with the tinsels of longing, across the indscape mrsmerized, flies in your firmament on the wings of lyrical zephyr, entrances me with the rhyme of reminiscence, as I write the poem for you.