Nomadic Dreams

The expanse of sky like a roof it would follow..the hold of wind embraces so warm and mellow..
Yet no home to sleep her into nomadic dreams .. Every thought is a noise wandering in hollow

She disperses in ocean yet rises so clean ,stays in the dark yet brightens like a beam
a mirror on the wall but is too faceless and formless for a lasting glow and  gleam...

Floating in endlessness  drowning in her own screams
Everything surrounds yet no home to sleep her into nomadic dreams..

All that she trudges on sinks before she could have craved more and pined..
She would go out in the sun and pretend that she is not a blind..

Her mysterious glance..those stargaze so sublime ...
Beyond it all ,in her timer bells no time...

She fell too fast and deep into the silence of empty streams..yet no home to sleep her into nomadic dreams...