Fragments

Fragments of thoughts,
Can either act as the sword,
On the other hand, act as the shield.
Even you don’t discern,
how it is forged.
The aura of Mercury,
Can be soothing for Pluto Himself.

Through Joseph I saw,
Thoughts I can’t Foresaw.
Through Mary and God, I plead.
For A Comrade who relieves.
But I don’t know,
Those fragments are still undone.

I don’t know what Morpheus wants to show.
But Insight itself,
Provides various inklings to themselves.
Through mere fire of Mars,
As Perseus I conquer.
Douse the fiery notions of Ares,
Who forged the shards, innocently done.

Now it has morphed,
Temporarily as a sword.
A sword of wisdom,
That shines through my mind,
And understand my dreams.
Now the notes sealed and closed.
It finally revealed its means indeed.
It is a weapon to defend a friend indeed
Through Joseph’s Thoughts, I never realized.
The gift I wished from God.
Now my wish for a friend was granted,
And that friend of mine is YOU!!!