In my dappled dreams on late Sunday afternoon,
The time-shaped face of Lincoln softly came by-
And the pale pages of World History Book were staring at me,
As my manicured fingers thumbed through with yawn and sigh!
In a beautiful nonsense of the tinctured dusk of Spring 2021,
Irresponsible wind in Milestone’s yard enchants the “deer”-
And the swift sweet minute mind of this poet
Drinks own poem in the balcony with a cheer!
Late at night, the full moon rattles like the chewed gum,
And the dearest “deer” plays hide and seek with a whim-
But my busiest quill does not sleep at such gestures,
Rather it sinks in deeper thought and begins to swim!
As a daunting lounger, prisoned within four walls,
I see the sailing blue-white clouds winking at me-
And pegs of Napoleon brandy hit my brain slowly,
To energize and allow me to exclaim: I love Thee!
The immaculate angel, my dearest “deer”,
Haunts alone for a thicket fallen on Earth-
With hands and lips, unclasped and un-kissed,
To drench me in her loves to create the mirth!
The shredding of her old innocuous winking
Catches my eyes off guard to create the thrill-
And her delicate postures shake my red heart,
As our voices change from whisper to shrill!!
“Milestone”
July 20, 2021
© Copyright July 20, 2021 by Hillol Ray
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