Sunday, June 13, 2021

Distinct Dreams

 Near death? -Never she appeared thus tho'

Her eyes searched an image unknown, unseen

Pondering yet lost seemed her high brow

The visions dreamt for her visible n keen.


Distant dreams distinct to her alone

Of which heart to heart set these the tone?  

Her eyes wandered in a different zone

Her ears heard some different drummer's drone.


Life ebbing, to which distant shore was it flowing?

Which storm swept eddies was she braving?

Where carries her whence the torrent?

How she abided the sinking moment!


Know naught I of those distant dreams.

In my grieving soul distinct the scream.

Grey the horizon, clouded the shore, 

The rudderless drift needs no oar!


pratima@ can't know the unknown?


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