Revive the old chained heart of poetry (July 2006)

Somewhere in my soul sprouts,
When I almost fall into the state of REM,
Tinge the hue of midnight illusion,
In a sacred evening,
Transgress the aphrism of silence,
Unfold the mystery of an ode,
Divulge the unspied dream,
From a lean chance of triumph,
From my wandering senses,
Bear the mint mental impression,
Plunge the ideas immensely,
Defeat the minds of rarity,
Master the pangs of vanity,
Strike my sty unceasingly,
Revive the old chained heart of poetry.....