Phantasm Poem by Bosun Abdul

What about the field's lush
The milky weather but it greets
The air with the misty fuss.

What about the high fountain
The springing geyser that gifts
the harmony to the sizzling rocks

What about the rising sun
Nature's warmth as the night
Gives way to the morning light

What about my solitary soul
Vacuity nest; All seems delusion
and the earth, an insipid lunch.
But in the taste of your sight, my
Desired world, I find the truism of a tranquil world.

What about your company, your cuddle?
Pacifist of my irksome strife.
What about your gentle smiles, humble stir?
To think I'm within an utopia and paradise.