Eyes and Dreams
Black and white
eyes,
cameras to see
colour dreams with.
Lakes which are the source
Of rare joys,
Of much sorrows..
It is curtains
when sight ends.
The most beautiful eye
is the peacock feather..
Locks are opened
by Dreams.
What else is
more free!
Finding
lost ones.
Placing within reach
unreachable ones..
Other than dreams
what else has wings?
But
like crystals they are..
They shatter on falling
and cannot be put together again..
Copyright © Shanavas Konarath | Year Posted 2013
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