Sand whirling on my face
All night through
I twitched and turned…
Is there a bird
On the moon?
Is the sparkling green
Perky dust specks on blue
Do these dots move in a song?
When there is a mud bath on blue.
When the night sky is strapped with buildings
lit up by tiny sparks, no dim wits
Seem like black school shoes in darkness
kicking falling red, yellow leaves to bits
I become a truth seeker with a brush, a wand
Mapping territories, thoughts with flickering sand
Keeping to the magic
of the flock dancing…
Holding sparkling bulbs, casting shadows
As if rumbling gleefully in oblivion,
Splish splash a white body
Ignites the world
With a red trumpet
Heralding a new dawn.
But towards another turret? A doom?
‘Does my joyous trembling offer to your insane rhythm?’
Displaced, clouds synchronizing uniformly
As if reciting on the circular water blobs
‘Making my world all newfangled, tangled’