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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