Re-reflection

There I was, headed for dreams again and again. Reality smudged against the graininess of surrealism. As I flutter on in Technicolor, I wish we glided with grace. Life, the essence of living and yet so romantically chaotic brings all to a halt. In limelight, moments shone like rays through the drops of leftover rain. Soothing breeze brushed my cold ears so gently. Soft allures of the cacophony we hear. Yet in dead of silent reflection I knelt to pray.