Dreams are like Poetry;
Some are wishes, some are fears,
While but a few are prophecy!
Some are laughter, some are tears,
While some are mere philosophy!
Some writers write to be mean and right,
Others to be liked, feel they belong;
Then there is the Shiva-Grace; a destroyer,
a creator, a Diva of change!
An urge of Nature in lyrical song!
She is Mystic, language her crucible
igniting Grace to action.
no past compels, nor future beckons!
Her dream of light, this second sight
that comes of longing in the night!
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