Golden Cage
by Debashish Haar — Read all 156 poems by Debashish Haar
Thursday, June 8, 2006
A man pastes honey on his eyelids
before going to bed
to dream ants and spiders.
In the morning his eyes weave
webs of silver and gold,
his mind stretches wings.
Each evening flying
with the birds his mind enters
itself in a golden cage lit
by honey lamps.
*to be published in the Manifold Magazine of New Poetry*
Chanti
Susan
Regis
Richard
A man pastes honey on his eyelids
before going to bed
to dream ants and spiders.
In the morning his eyes weave
webs of silver and gold,
his mind stretches wings.
Outstanding Debs,
Reindeer
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Best wishes always
from
kay
Nicoletta
Thanks for sharing this mystic gift.
Love & friendship Suzie :-)