which starts as tiny embryo
in seeds of stories light
engraved upon horizons of
dark before sunrise

an idea held in roots of mind
charts blueprints of fate
journeying through the fists and stones
bricks and smokes in wait

through gasping moments find it shall
a touch of heaven's flight
when modest endeavours guide it through
a path of noble sight

to fill it's veins with throbbing hope
keep tryst with self alive
and to record new epics great
the thought would turn to life

and breaking slates of emptiness
dawns jump up it's lap to rest
through swish of trees and hum of bees
some dreams do find their rest