This ethereal luminescence strikes at the heart <br />Of a middle-aged man, incorporeal man. <br />Then in a sense we are inexorable on him, <br />Idyllic habitats abound for us when we see <br />The plethora of ideas in our hearts of strangeness. <br />The ineffable pleasures of the heart craze us, <br />When we listlessly grind on our lassitude. <br />The fatigue so hunted is the strange tiring effect <br />We call itself due to its amount and success. <br />The immaterial man came from the stars <br />To explore our realities and likes and loves.<br /><br />Naveed Akram<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ethereal-5/
