Drifted by random winds,
He lands in gardens green.
Amidst tender roses and paper kings,
Is his hope of claiming rings?
Fumbling words in chirping joy,
Rumbling thoughts in her mystic cry.
Inked memories of walking the lines,
Does he wish for tender crimes?
Smitten by magnetic eyes,
Of his angel with flawless smiles.
Floating in clouds of fame,
Is he in the course of the game?
Arbitrary musings in distant flirtations,
Contrary thoughts in recitations.
Ringing bells in silent dreams,
Is he lost in the mesmerized realms?