Call Me Dream This Is My Name

Moonlight in the dark night
I cannot see the way
For moon rays reflecting
Of myriads of stars
In this I feel the colour
As rich as vineyards
With the flavours of rose
That sweeps around my face
In a corridor of green grapes and seashells
So sad and melancholy
Full of lilting and deluding
Everything is satin
Mirrored in my life’s memory
Circles of joyous and carnivals
Interrupted by friends left behind
Forever playing with the dolphins
Among the tempestuous seas
My sights are to return
To my heart made of ochre
Straw wood and clay
I see my lifetime’s spirals
That appear as a night’s dream
In midsummer, I awake
To find the veil of cloudy morns
Full of dew soaked serrated green

M.Omar A.K.A Dream