(56) Esoteric encounter.

(56) Exotic encounter.
MY mind’s eye surreptiously closed and I wept,
my mind’s eye opened to view the ages and I dreamt
events and bygone days like layers of hairs unkempt,
to visit and view ways of vicissitudes aplomb prompt.

It was like moving from the outer ring to the inner circle,
a deliberate conscious move to pry into the sealed parcel,
a journey through the layers kept under sacred to conceal,
a mystery and soul’s manumission from the world of chaos at will.

It was not a day light dream of lures and luxuries private,
nor was it a vision of cities buried and civilisations trite,
like idols and gold coins buried into the deep, deep in spate,
Time’s everlasting tryst with destiny only to appropriate,

The soul craves and craves and clings to its adorable caves,
praising the Mentor and marvellous shaper to reach the bays,
like an infant separated from its mother in a busy market place
to realize only affection and not affectation can win and replace.