I learn sometimes in my sleep when I wink, <br />Or when I stand tall, suppressing only some of my thoughts. <br />To sit is learned; affected by love the soul weeps, <br />Fasting will occur as the soul weeps further. <br /> <br />My learning collapses when I am drunk <br />From liqueurs so sweet; <br />Or when I am drunk from the words I choose <br />The sweet wine of heaven seems to cascade. <br /> <br />On my head is a spell of magic <br />Taken from the arms of a priest so logical <br />In the way of his denomination. <br />I learn so well from him, <br />Rather than from wine or words of plain speech.<br /><br />Naveed Akram<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/learning-from-words/
