I must pen down an event,
from a dream last night.
It was a familiar setting,
an event of great delight.
It was a clear summer day
with some hint of a cloud.
A breezy early morning
and not much of a crowd.
Golden sand was scattered
across that beautiful sea beach,
I could see some ships sailing
and fading away, out of reach.
I could hear some soothing sounds
of the waves and wind,
and from a direction distant
the faint chirp of a cormorant.
I could see a Spanish armada
at a distance across the beach,
many people were walking by
as if they\'re in a hurry to reach.
From the outward appearance
the theme looked medieval,
for there were no machines
everything looked so primaeval.
Crossing past a small batch,
walking slowly as she came,
dressed in white flamenco
I glimpsed a beautiful dame.
It was not a place from this life
a vision from the life earlier,
I felt as if I knew her intimately
her face looked so familiar.
I could feel an aura of affinity
her face brimming with serenity,
adoring such a blush and smile
she was an auspicious feminity.
I carried a bunch of daisies
enthralled I extend my hand
she accepts them with a smile
tieing them with a strand.
Her face made me aware
it was so overwhelming,
I couldn\'t dream further
In that lingering lovely feeling.
Once awake I had it in my mind
just to know who was that dame
comparing her face in this life
I could stop at your name.
A time well spent together
from a life, merrily lived earlier,
you’re a source of my inspiration
that is why you are so familiar.