Museum Of Memory

My volatile mind wanders in fanciful cauldron of emptiness, floats on the fairy flotilla in the sunburst cloud’s recess, makes a fascinating painting of formless fantasy on the synthetic canvas in the museum of memory. The remains of rustic passion of sensual impression, reflected from the mirror of childhood imagination, entice me to take fantasy flight swirling in seamless sky, where I follow entranced the trail of beguiled butterfly. As the reverie buds blossom, I drift in its latticed wings, flutter in the melody of illusion, whistling wind brings from the flamboyance of the fleeting rainbow hue. In mystic spectrum of silence I find the beauty of life anew. In the sunrise sky emanate the colors of daydream, my dismal mind soars to the realm of radiance to gleam, where in halcyon horizon the aura of timeless bliss I see. I then imagine I can fly in the magical air of ecstasy. The flight takes me to childhood picturesque dreamland, looped by sparkling river flowing like an ornate garland. In childlike trance the mariner me sails paper boat happily, that glides to the distant sea to dance on waves of fantasy.