A dream like never before was by the edge of satisfying the inner temple,
and an urge to see it yet again a never ending infatuation...
Awake after, me trying to remember those pieces,
by then all of them lost to the heart of unconsciousness.
Neither again did those beautiful moments blemish in me a blush-laughter,
which had once made my eyebrows lift in effervescence.
Neither again those pieces symbolise an insane escape for happiness,
the dream only vanished forever from my borders of existence.
But I still look upto them as a sovereign to my inner screaming.

© thepoetharri