In the nocturnal hour of the day,
Reverie comes to visit me,
His presence, a soothing felicity,
I bask in his companionship.
Reverie gives me tutorial,
He teaches me about existence,
He says that the creator,
Is the orchestrator of the natural.
The message had come with audacity,
As if to commandeer sublimity,
As she takes her sit,
Of authority in my thought.
Then comes the cry of the rooster,
To take reverie away from me.