Utopia; Dystopia

Dreams

Science’s arms aren’t long to fathom,
How a soul sets sail on slumber,
Windows shut, yet I wander off,
To a hymn that’s hummed days before,
To the voyage of the hour hand.

Yesterday was on point of a map,
Set foot thirty eight latitude,
Discoloured walls, undrawn faces,
Land of which thy footprints, unseen,
Thy anchor, weightless for a halt.

This day amidst by those mammoths,
I hasten to the fuel of fright,
As thudding of ground near my ears,
Miniscule oh body of mine,
As though moth with a voiceless cry.

Tomorrow’s awe I shall yet see,
What thy mind has to offer me,
Shall it be a short tale far out?
Or shall it be a spiel I’ve met?
Lay bare by the veiling of eyes.

Reviews

[An owl on the moon]

What a beautiful, transcendent poem of life, of visions unfolding, and dreams yet to live. Loved the feel of your journey, taking us into the great unknown. The soul is ready to sail.

[Harriet.Lising]

Wow. Thank you so much for your kind words! ☺️ I hope I could write like you someday. 😁

[An owl on the moon]

Ah, the world awaits more of you... it has enough me me. 😁

[The Daisy]

It requires talent and love for words and writing to be able to weave something like this. Good job!

[Harriet.Lising]

Awww thank you ma'am! 🤗 I purple youuuu.💜😁

[Onlyme]

Amazing... like a movie unfolding inside me as I read your words. Wow... gobsmacked.. you're talented.. curtsey at you. And smiles.

[Harriet.Lising]

Thank you for appreciating my work! ☺️ It means a lot. smiles back to you.

[Jairah P.]

wow so deep so beautiful im speechless

[Harriet.Lising]

Hahahaha thank you fellow author😉🐱

[Jairah P.]

Ain't an author but thank you sis