We fly on the wings of imagination
Outside the compass of laborious days
And unfulfilled nights
We soak in the sweat of desires
Without the fear of drowning
For there is a space
Inside each one of us
Where love finds love
And wishes don’t kill
Where disease perishes
And death cannot strike
Where pain doesn’t exist
And happiness cannot lie
We escape there
In the middle of a household chore
Or in the bed of a sleepless night
And we linger there
As a lover lingers outside the house
Of his beloved, in the depths of night
In the hope of an un-shuttered window
And a face glancing down
We stay there, shut out
From the smog of time
We stay there, in a sweet oblivion
Till we hear the door’s knob
Or catch ourselves talking to ourselves.
Escape
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