luminous,
delicate,
ethereal dream
arising out of a smoky mist
an image
slowly defining itself
and me
a dream come true
basking in its glory
I wrapped myself
with a sense of perfect completion
A warm glow seeped through me
And then
my mind drifted to yet other dream
a dream that hadn't come true?
A dream that ended up
like a moth arrested in a cobweb
relentlessly flapping its wings
dying moment by moment
defenseless
that dream which struggled to fly
in the vast voids of a lonesome heart,
knowing that its wings are clipped
and fell flat
broken , dejected
simply to rot
in dreamer's defeated heart
A bruised dream that lingered
in mind's dark corridors
haunting and gripping the dreamer
ceaselessly
smoldering and plummeting her
in an unending
swirling whirlpool of agony
what happened to that dream eventually?
Did it get buried
deep into the relms of unknown
never to be seen again
or
did it rise from it's ashes
like a phoenix
and became a verse
that ached to say something,
but died a silent death
tormenting the dreamer's mind
each moment of
every waking hour
Luvd dis one....its dark in its innate nature and truly so...coz it personifies the stark reality that we face in life...da slow spiral of death that some of our most intimate dreams go through...
da flow is amazing, so is the vista painted with words!
nd da end was awesome! :)
thanks Maverick. Glad you liked it.
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