"For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;"
("I Wandered Lonely As a Cloud", by Wordsworth)
DRAFT OF A DREAM
The dust with light ;through the window shaft
You lightup a straight path; you so willing do
I could the many particles;rainbow coloured draft
In the muling stream of white light; it enormous grew......
A sudden vision; oft that is "You"
So sudden into my room you do visit
Like genie out of the "lamp legend"come true
I laugh at my smiling delight as you persist!!!!!!!!!
Haiku of my dream land