Living With My Dreams Poem by Sahar Sahar

The river stands
barren under cloudless sky
where his dry stare
wraps on glitters of hot sands

i fear to lose him
with my fading desire
to bring back
his forgotten springiness
with rains of my tears

as my propensity
towards his love
survives deep in my heart
and its colors
scatter in rainbows

still i am dreaming
with my opened eyes
the condense
of his fuming scents
with convection puffs
on my sensations

i am waiting his prides
standing on the horizons
like a bliss of morning
for my rising daydream

and it will as true
as my love
and as my dreams

Sahar Sahar