My dream sat on a drifting cloud
To have a word with the moon
Sang the loony song aloud
Surrendering too soon.
My hope sailed on a drowning ship
To reach the silver shore
The waters reaching down to rip
The happily ending lore.
A temple lies in ruins now
That God died a while ago
The mortals said they couldn't allow
His tombstone below.
A ghost packed up his smoke and laugh
And left the haunted house
Left some cheese on his behalf
To console the lonely mouse.
To have a word with the moon
Sang the loony song aloud
Surrendering too soon.
My hope sailed on a drowning ship
To reach the silver shore
The waters reaching down to rip
The happily ending lore.
A temple lies in ruins now
That God died a while ago
The mortals said they couldn't allow
His tombstone below.
A ghost packed up his smoke and laugh
And left the haunted house
Left some cheese on his behalf
To console the lonely mouse.
lucky mouse i guess
ReplyDeletelovely poem .. but sad sad tooo.. and you are right dos has died a while ago .. because they say god resides in our hearts and our hearts surly have become so bad
Bikram
True Bikram..
DeleteQuite a night! Love your picturesque metaphors :)
ReplyDeleteThank you Dreamer..the Lunatic feels honored y your visit. :)
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