Senses

Clock chimes,

Time, time.

Looking out the window,

(I see)

Up high on a branch,

Hope as a bird,

Spreading its wings.

Walking towards the jungle,

(I hear)

The divine gait of,

Dream as a doe,

Dashing to freedom.

Dipping my feet into

The silky stream,

(I feel)

Lucid and perfect,

Love as a pebble,

Letting life trickle past.

Pricking my finger

With its sorrow,

(I smell)

Elegant, wistful,

Joy as a flower,

Hugging a disenchanted thorn.

Gathering the day’s

Ruins in my soul,

(I shout)

I love, I dream,

I hope and I learn.

And hence I live.

Clock chimes,

Time, time.

I wake up,

Ready.