bouquet of love #26

i held a glass high up in my hand for an hour.. nothing happened

i held a glass high up in my hand for 5 hours.. a lil pain i felt

i held a glass high up in my hand for 10 hours.. my back ached

i held a glass high up in my hand for 20 hours.. my body went stiff!

that glass was nothing but the worries and fear i hold back in life i realised..

i ve put it down to feel lighter and better.. no worries and no fear, my resolution.

today i sleep putting that glass off my hand and head too,

its good to feel You close to me,
in your invisible form you come intently,
my heart withdrawn, sails through your dreams,
twisted nets of worries i detangle here,
no form, no color, no place.. nothing perfect or clear
but my clenched soul hither rests..

rising, you take me to the sky at twilight
and make me gaze through clouds..
love rests for a while before taking off,
finding the frontiers lost in the night..
the light of dawn brings alive
your dream resting in my dreams..

as we return to the light of life,
you drop me back in me
out i pop from the bed
wondering of the serenity and divinity felt in sleep..
dream was it or a trans?
jus a smile remains on my face...