Making Of A Poet

In the diaphanous sapphire night, the drizzling dust of descending moonbeam adorned the pearl-laced waves of the rolling sea, where I sauntered in the desolate corridor of mind. That is where I followed the footsteps of elusive muse. The rain-washed sparkling seamless sky spread the spectrum of my sensuous dreams, weaved with chromatic charisma of rainbow motif, arching over the halcyon horizon that beckoned me. That is where I discovered my innate imagination flourish. In stalled times wafting the miasma of despair, I turned the emotion into lyrics of creative craving. On its fantasy wings in the resonating rhapsodic air to the boundless realm of exaltation I flew free beguiled. That is when life-cherishing vigor of vision made me a poet.