On the far away empty island
In that ancient cottage
Veil of the night covers the face of the land.
As you keep looking out of the window
At the moon and clouds making the shape,
like an arrow of foam with a silver bow.
Surrounded by the trance of nostalgia.
And behind the worn curtain,
I secretly am filling all the jars with,
sweet wishes and pinkish desires.
Now it's time to change the climate of your heart.
It's time for you to turn around.
And make some loud amazement's sound.
As I open the jars,
filled with fireflies.
As they fly spread inside the dark room.
And fill your face with surprise.
So you could fill lightning bugs,
into the lake of your eyes.
Smelling the petrichor after rain of sparkles,
I take your hand and we keep couple dancing.
So I could look into the world,
behind the curtain of your eyes.
All these dreams and fantasies are no ordinary,
but sometimes stable-boy find's his Cinderella.
Because sometimes, 'Dreams do come true.'
Sometimes, 'Dreams do come true. Even if reams don't come true, we cannot live without dreams. A beautiful poem.
wowww.... i just can't believe that i'm seeing your comment on my own poem... it's really really a great honour... thankyou :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A well articulated piece of poetry elegantly brought forth in good diction with conviction. Lovely narrative poem. Thanks fro sharing.