Habit of dreaming is not bad at all ....Its a time tested civilized pastime for the dark nights....that grow only darker in future...
Obsessed
I hear something crumble with in
the shriveled dream that once
lurked in a moment’s eye , paving
the way to that golden dawn in hope.
Like a coiled autumn leaf that’s careful
enough not to knock the wind’s door ;
soft eyes slowly open to the mirage
that ‘s a backward journey in time.
Reality strides the expanse that separates
sighs from the expectant breaths when
a shredded prism throws amputated
rainbows on a faded fragile wall in time.
A music soars from the distant rumbles
as a jarred window frames the raindrops
in a promise made to the green. Hope shall
again show its face on that dark bend tonight.
hope...dreams and joys are synonymous with each other and this piece resonates with all the three...thums up and cheers:)
Stunning piece Niks! deserved to be bookmark! loved the last verse...
This verse renders the reader breathless - - an astoundingly compelling piece with a stunning end. Treasured images are found in every line. Bookmarked.
the last stanza is marvelous
A richly eloquent, imagery-filled composition. "A promise soars from the distant rumbles as a jarred window frames the raindrops in a promise made to the green. Hope shall again show its face on that dark bend tonight." A brilliant way of ending this write!
dreams and hopes will continue as long as night and sleep and day light exist...artful work