Reverie

A wakeful sleeping

Of sleepless slumbers-

Opening at the shut

Of closed beginning,

Where befuddled emotions

In an endless maze

Perform a supernatural play.

The real morphs into unreal

The mute voices speaks of stories

Seldom seen or heard.

The illusional self

And delusional beings

Trapped in a cage

Behind the closed lids.

So much lay hidden

Like the treasures

Of deep ocean trenches.

The pearls and weeds

Grow harmoniously

And the waves

Whipping and lashing the shore.

By a whisker it is understood,

Barely spoken,

But always forgotten

Lies a dream somewhere

Behind the lenses

Awake or asleep-

Is a dreamer dreaming of dreams.