The ephemereal steam <br />Rising out of my bath <br />Gathers me to its warm bosom <br />I feel comforted, sheltered. <br />Every sharp edge softened, <br />Every ugly moulding veiled. <br />Life becomes, suddenly, <br />Dreamy, <br />Vague. <br />I detest limbos <br />But <br />Sometimes… <br />Moments like these <br />When optimism spent <br />And spirit bruised, <br />I lie, <br />And find life <br />Suspended <br />Animation <br />I revel in the anonymity. <br />My own face, ill-defined <br />In misted mirrors; <br />Familiarity, <br />Tedious familiarity, <br />Suddenly unfamiliar <br />I am a stranger unto my own <br />Truths <br />Tortures with plague me, <br />Suddenly confused by my <br />Disappearance. <br />I giggle <br />Gleeful <br />I’ve tricked my own shadow! <br />I’ve run away from myself! <br />What a delicious <br />Reverie.<br /><br />wardha jawdat<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/refreshing-reverie/
