#WritcoPoemPrompt89
Cosmic and silver lined dreams,
More than a castle in the air,
Crisscrossed shade and sunny gleams,
It's time to disconnect from it and travel somewhere,
The days in this oceanic trenches; salty ,
But its depths ;Just as an echo of an in destructable dream;
Consistent in their half-closed eyes,
Lingering different schemas.,
Its long lasting picturization to a wide dream-the ocean
Their Gem like heart remain unowned for a long time;
In their tendency to reach up to sky.
An instinct which intensively sensing depths....
Without sleeping;without waking
Sleeping..... without a sleep,
Waking .....without a wake !
As intermittents these illusive skills,
Griefs ...which seeks Land
Wishes .....seeking oceans
The vulnerability of everything
The rarity of incomplete embarassment
Acute warriors these salmons,
The way of life which does it gives any place to be in the awe of fears,
A way in which deceit, delinquency griefs and miseries are fizzed out,
Higher energy which inept otter's wait near waterfall,
Its gallops remembering life a warfare,
Sluggishness which releasing the hold of vultures,
Intelligence which disappoints the hunters', large fishes
Holding love which is always mysterious!
Relaxation below sunshine on...