One night I drowsed, I dreamt about
A halcyon azure world without
A sign of mortal coil or wars,
Of idleness of eldritch sores;

Yon heavy clouds quietly crawled
Savouring the zephyr's shiny-gold;
And there, midst vast and endless wides,
We could have found a place to hide

Whereupon I could pree your mouth
Touching you gently, never tough;
Those fervid, tempting, blushful lips
Could the sublunar realm eclipse...

Do you mind me daydreaming of you?

"Things are becoming good", 
What beautiful lines erupt from the wisdom,
Oh! 
not from me,
From one who had pree,
Pree myriad possibilities, 
Unheralded life proffered serenity.