My Home

A Chant

Far beyond what your eye behold,
Where sun rises up chill and cold,
Hidden in her shimmering beams,
A world of perpetual dreams.
Caught in a different time and sense,
Where virgin fantasies commence,
And novel sensations so free;
Slip and sneak, demure, unto me.
In such kingdom of deep colours,
Of dances, painting and flowers,
I so endeavor to peek,
Perhaps I would find what I seek.
A place embraced in endless sky,
As where my newborn wings can fly,
And my ageless muse may roam,
At this cosmos, I call ‘My Home’.

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

A very nice poem...:)

[Adam Lebzo -RonninWarrior-]

Thanks, Sami
I would barely call it a poem... Just a vent out... A stray thought that found some words

[Sami Khalil]

It is good whatever you like to call it ...:)