Escape

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.