HEGIRA
At the witching hour, I am usually in between awe and gloom. Reality does not seem to be my pal For I incessantly seek An Eternal Hegira Where, I don't need to adumbrate against The darkness of the night; Where. I could reveal myself freely; Where, My cicatrix flesh would be honorable; Where, I can laugh with reckless exuberance And won't have to crouch in iniquity... Instead, Radiate as an ancient patina; Where, My beloved would never behave wantonly; Where, My anima won't be an inescapable labyrinth- But An alluring Eden of eudemonic flora; Where, My tears would morph into fairy sages; Where, I can be a flying pig Or A prudent dragon who is as old as Time. Where is this haven? And... What must I do to manifest them all? I dream up whimsically and hope... All these are not only in my stellar consciousness. I could share it with somebody too! Why is the material existence so damned bleak ? And,
