Dreams Aeons Old. Poem by Rajashree Mohapatra

DREAMS AEONS OLD

Those silvery beams of rain,
hovering over blooming hills
Percolate into my veins
as gleam of rays
and
I wished for rain.

You flooded into my night
with handful of light

I proximated to the heaven

We painted the moments
with sparkling colours beyond seven.

Oh my love!

You furloughs those moments,
those waves of emotions
like ecstasy of brimming tide yet silently
shaping those pebbles
with living memoirs... aeons old.
with dreams across window sill
to gravitate into hued of blue within
our little souls.

©®Rajashree Mohapatra.
Bhubaneswar, India.