A Thousand dreams of yesterday,
Quite some time ago,
A dew drop sat upon the edge of my morning house,
It drew me close.
so...
I leaned in , gazing upwards .
A world of serenity , of joy all built upon an inviting dawn.
It was a world which only I seemed to see , for its silent beauty always drew me .
Now again , now it drew me ---,
the half frosted cold window
this time brimmed me with deeper excitement
I wanted to open it---
the invisible gates to another world
so i mustered up all my strength
and pushed with my my 10 fingers against the stubborn pane
A sudden rush of wind blew straight across my face .
it lifted my small spirits
and filled my tiny heart with all the colours unseen
before me streched the vast expanse of the boundless magic world,
but just as I began to fathom its magnificent violet skies....
down fell the big dew drop ,landing softly on my eyelashes and spilling into my eyes
For an instance I felt it
a dream so beautiful it could melt a thousand days.
It felt cold--
yet so innocent
clear but brimming with life
as if,
she had whispered her journey right through my eyes,
the storms, sunshine ,melodies and rejuvenating rhythms of life and finally the softness of the morning light ,
all while asking me about thousand dreams of all my yesterdays
but just as when I opened my eyes to greet her,
she had already slipped past down my through soft cheeks.
leaving behind nothing but the bittersweet touch of life.
