Courtyard of My Dreams

Somewhere far away when the day retires
The dusk sneaks up, shyly like a bride
In the courtyard of my thoughts
Someone lights up lamps of my dreams

And yet without reason my breath becomes heavy
My eyes well up just sitting with my thoughts
As tears flow and light a spark, travelling 
Right across the dark, torching the sky at dawn

Such is my heart as lifetime of connections emerge
This heart of mine knows all these deep secrets
Even their shadows cannot be separated
And these dreams are mine and mine alone!

22.5.2021
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Contest: All yours May 23
First Place
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Kendrick Avatar
May 28, 2021 at 11:02 AM
Creative winning work. Dreams can come true if some goals are added to the dreams but sometimes what we wish or dream about are not what we really want. Congrats on this winner. Sara
Mitra Avatar
May 28, 2021 at 5:44 PM
Thank you dear Sara....our subconscious minds store information and these convert into our dreams and memories play a big role too....much love :)
Alex Avatar
May 23, 2021 at 5:29 AM
Congratulations!
Mitra Avatar
May 23, 2021 at 7:30 AM
Thanks dear Christuraj.....much love :)
Cunningham Avatar
May 22, 2021 at 2:26 AM
We enter another world in our dreams Carol, its our own private world where our secrets are ours alone. Have a great weekend. Tom
Mitra Avatar
May 22, 2021 at 4:07 AM
Thanks dear Tom....much love:)
Hankins Avatar
May 21, 2021 at 8:19 PM
Thank you, Carol...a lovely poem about dreams. I've had dreams on my mind lately. I enjoyed reading your poem.
Mitra Avatar
May 21, 2021 at 8:24 PM
You most welcome....yes I have them too.
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