Siesta
Mind what you find in sleepy notes,
Yes fit the heart with easy rest.
Style sleep signs in drifting vote,
Lie down to start fond siesta quest;
Explore a sway beyond logic,
Embrace that plunge into nothing;
Ply through gateway somewhat mystic,
Yield to strange trance where voices sing;
Sense thoughts allude to inner feel,
Intent can start the flow of strains;
Extract in nude that foreign will,
Succinct weird parts bridge bold disdain;
Touch fades too soon in drifting lots,
Arrive with moon that ushers plot.
Leon Enriquez
12 January 2016
Singapore
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