{"id":902,"date":"2025-01-26T05:41:18","date_gmt":"2025-01-26T05:41:18","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/poelitica.com\/?p=902"},"modified":"2025-01-26T05:46:18","modified_gmt":"2025-01-26T05:46:18","slug":"the-dance-of-desire-and-dew","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/poelitica.com\/index.php\/2025\/01\/26\/the-dance-of-desire-and-dew\/","title":{"rendered":"The Dance of Desire and Dew"},"content":{"rendered":"\n\t
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The Process of Camouflage Intersection of Orange
\nBlazing light streams through the net of my window pane,
\nKnocking the nerves of my mind
\nWith the beauty of the morning’s embrace.<\/p>\n

It interrupts my sound sleep,
\nBut you know what?
\nI\u2019m in love with it.
\nWhat should I call that phase of the bright moon?
\nIt amazes me!<\/p>\n

The baffling air, like everlasting music,
\nSynchronizes with the green leaves,
\nAs fluorescent birds in flight
\nGlide past with a traditional symphony.<\/p>\n

Wide-fenced fields crown the paddy,
\nPools of water bind the root hairs,
\nSwaying their versatile waists
\nAs they entangle with a comrade.<\/p>\n

Breathe in, breathe out,
\nBreathe in, breathe out.
\nSmell the ecstasy of dark clay,
\nSpread round about the holy place.
\nPetite earthworms peek exotically,
\nTheir greasy, lustrous shapes
\nPetrify me.<\/p>\n

The fine leakage of bubbling clouds
\nBrings a drizzling flow,
\nFalling straight down
\nTo drench the blanket of the green globe.<\/p>\n

Heat diluted, cold air overloaded\u2014
\nDarkness layers the black light once again.
\nMisty fog fades foresight,
\nSpraying its essence
\nAcross the path to paradise.<\/p>\n

A thin veil of flowing clouds
\nCovers the glowing moon,
\nDimming its lighthouse beams.
\nIn the black silhouettes of trees,
\nBeneath the pure, peaceful sky,
\nThe dim light illuminates my eyes,
\nCraving for long-awaited solace,
\nWashing my soul with the breeze of a song.<\/p>\n

Pristine petals of flowers
\nCall out\u2014\u201cCome closer to me,
\nReceive the nectar you seek.\u201d
\nBuzzing bees and dancing butterflies
\nCompete in an unending duel:
\n\u201cWho gets it first\u2014
\nYou or me?\u201d<\/p>\n

Today, I watched my dreams\u2019 utopia.
\nI swear, it was spectacular.
\nLong, straight trees and sudden rainfalls,
\nDriving in rhythm\u2014I was completely drenched.
\nAmidst it all, the sun shone bright,
\nConstructing consecutive rainbows.
\nI was astounded by the sight,
\nBeholding it as Wordsworth did
\nWith the ‘solitary reaper.\u2019<\/p>\n

For one moment, I had an idea\u2014
\nTo hold it, touch it, feel it
\nUpon my soul.
\nBut suddenly, that piercing horn
\nBroke my unfinished goal,
\nAnd a smile adorned my pose.<\/p>\n\t\t\n