The ephemereal steam
Rising out of my bath
Gathers me to its warm bosom
I feel comforted, sheltered.
Every sharp edge softened,
Every ugly moulding veiled.
Life becomes, suddenly,
Dreamy,
Vague.
I detest limbos
But
Sometimes…
Moments like these
When optimism spent
And spirit bruised,
I lie,
And find life
Suspended
Animation
I revel in the anonymity.
My own face, ill-defined
In misted mirrors;
Familiarity,
Tedious familiarity,
Suddenly unfamiliar
I am a stranger unto my own
Truths
Tortures with plague me,
Suddenly confused by my
Disappearance.
I giggle
Gleeful
I’ve tricked my own shadow!
I’ve run away from myself!
What a delicious
Reverie.
wardha jawdat
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/refreshing-reverie/
