dreams long lost
swirl around me
in the shade of Arjuna
winds sing a lullaby.
*they never die
bide their time
in the cave of eye
neath layer of rhyme
don't the rustles fall silent
yet canopy of new leaves
grow above
crave the same firmament
and away from old griefs
seek new love?*
in the winds' murmur
i would never touch them
the seemingly lost dreams
but quietly in the hopes' harbor
rekindle their flickering flame
and let flow in endless streams.
Apr 17, 2015
Apr 17, 2015 at 2:59 AM UTC
dreams long lost
swirl around me
in the shade of Arjuna
winds sing a lullaby.
*they never die
bide their time
in the cave of eye
neath layer of rhyme
don't the rustles fall silent
yet canopy of new leaves
grow above
crave the same firmament
and away from old griefs
seek new love?*
in the winds' murmur
i would never touch them
the seemingly lost dreams
but quietly in the hopes' harbor
rekindle their flickering flame
and let flow in endless streams.
i'm struggling to come back, falling in love more with the drift.
Arjuna, a tree found in rural Bengal.
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