Analysis of Golden voice

His golden voice
Blur my imagination
Like hurricane of sadness
I closed my view
A finite picture
Flashed in my brain
It felt like alarm
A mysterious one
An urge to know
About the uncertainty
I rushed to cover
My brownish black iris
Glittering in the moonlight
Shades my plain blanket
With impression of trees
Leaf with dimensions
Moon is whisperings
His tiny secrets
Like playboy child
His long hand
Cup my face
Like a flower
With vivid petals
His fine brown eyes
Sparkling in darkness
My hand reached
To unmask his face
But my unconscious mind
Make my eyes open
All of sudden
It's blank of darkness
I walk out
From my imagination
Like an uninvited guest