I Thought The Spirit Poem by Naveed Akram

I thought, and I thought the moves ahead,
Spoiling surprises for my mind in turmoil,
Then my face winced like the cool energy
Of a winter day in union with the role of the soul.

The dream of fish was a stream of fish,
I thought and I saw the many likings for the soul:
The kings I had to meet, and the queens much admired,
Through the breakfast of the body as it appeared.

His jagged reaction was a mathematical apology,
His newspaper occurred with alarm on the clock,
So on the wall was an illness of such thrown menace,
The real mood was a transformation to gain.

This instant my time was at an end of the spirit,
I had turned into the refracted light of my message,
But where were causes of the cups and saucers
That followed the parties of our life, our dream, our strife.