Kissed By the Passing Breeze of Awakening

It was strange as a very strange dream, And like a rare foggy winter day sunbeam; Was that caressing kiss meant for me, Or like the tide of the sea, for anyone, free? Did I feel that Kiss had a romantic touch, Nay, in it there was no intimacy as such; The interiors of my being seemed to crack, yet, As though in my unawareness nothing got set; A bit of complication like that of loops of a thread I felt, Oh, how many times I could see my faith melt! Many times life looked like Shakespearean tragedy, Even catharsis seemed to increase my agony; This state of mind continued for very long, Until I understood that my love should grow strong...!!!