No course

A normal treat to a fearless child,
Is a forest of loneliness with no desire
Where silence reigns, in the wild,
And to brighten the night, there is no fire.

A forgotten story to a searching soul
Is like honey falling from a woman's neck
And wonder tales are a lonely lore
To a heartless hide, thickened by scales.

To eyes that see no fantasy,
Every thing seems real and tied,
For a mind that does like it pleases
Surreal is the only side.

Together with a calm demeanor
With the magic wand beside the bed.
Cast the spell on a lonely night,
To bar the windows to close all debts.

Walking away now, into the sunlight
Choosing ground far and wide.

Near is fear of getting lost
No course is no halt till death
Till every unsaid words take rest
Inside pages of voluminous texts.

And hope like shadow trails behind,
But unlike it, sheds light on the front side.

--Mohan