Flowing from a mesmeric flute,
soothing chimes of melody
caress every cell of my being to a lullaby.
Like silver drizzles of sunlight
illuminating a willing landscape
to esoteric radiance,
every cell glows to a call
from the depth of stillness.
Dust returning to dust
to free the spirit from the hold of mortality
diffusing it to a primaeval wonder of
with new wings to migrate
to a land shut to mortals
blinded by illusions.
On the wings of the mystical whirlwind
I dance to the call of bliss
that escorts me to the
heart of its radiance.
Hah, drizzle, just like my old days,
Never realised when came and gone,
It's just the droplets who ever knocked me...
— The End —