This Once And Still Dreamer

I sing the sweet life, of time immemorial
So sacred so sighly, I wet my eyes last
In period of lost patience, and damning of valour
I seek no more comfort, than whence it did me

Sip not this wet dew, for this might is now dust
As indignity of grace they swoon on mild passions
But never too soon to make me did think
Who else but me when I was but gone?

Oh bring now my pleasures, but not in excess
For I am but moderate, yet dreams of afar
Night blooming of late, but never remembering
Of what are but dreams and what is now singing!

Sigh low and sway first, o ye of sad faces
For the islands and the skies are never so near
But what am I to hope for, in jest or in pain?
When all I did do was rerunning the past?

I sing now for last, before I go home
These limpid dark notions my shadows I cast off
But harrowed no more, for I now know me
This once and still dreamer still breathes for the future!

SAIF MINTAKA
KL
2010