Mona Lisa Of Sleeping Minds (POEM)

If the sky was a blanket then it could be one held invisibly, fastened tightly in thin air,
And Earth would be the bed, on which dreamers lay,
Dancing with beautiful shadows,
Pacing to and fro the ends of the world,
 In close stance shaking, wriggling their wine-bottled waists,
To tunes of old, tunes of ancient Egypt,
Rhythms of first day Africa, tunes of old.
If the sky was a blanket,
And earth, the bed on which dreamers slept,
Life would be a massive dream dreamt by all,
It would be nothing real,
But a masterpiece, a Mona Lisa of sleeping minds.


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