Treasure Island

Dave Tanwar

(July 17 / Jodhpur, India)

A Dream

Under the curtains of your brow;
where millions of dreams grow.
I wonder if some are of mine too?
Where love in some and ecstasy endow?

Maybe some might give me droll;
when in dream I take you for stroll.
Some might drape tears in eyes;
in some in your embrace i might crawl.

In some your beauty I might exalt;
in some i love you forever and never to halt.
And when season of bliss passes away;
i kiss your tears that taste like salt.

In that meadows of never ending dreams;
do you search for me and my name do you scream?
Maybe some day, these dreams might come true;
when reality will appear like some dream

If you do, what do you see?
rainbows blooming and sun shining with glee?
in the world under the curtains of your brow
where millions of dreams grow! !

Submitted: Thursday, July 30, 2009

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