The Beautiful Streams
I ponder at the beauty of the sea
Aesthetic paintings of the clouds displayed across everything I see
Birds migrate to different places of the world
Pens and papers await to write annals of this year's other side
Wind's red carpet leads the way
The sun adorns the distance's sway
A candle called me back to life
And drew me into the light of a smile
Was it a dream; a mere imgaination?
For I was a bird flying with no hesitation
I was going to knock on a door
But, a candle held me back from stepping onto the floor
Now, I smile as I walk across the lake
For it was not completely fake
For the lake held a picture
Of the moon's foundation
It was the moon's hand that carried me
Into Imagination's beautiful streams...
Copyright © Sara Zahed | Year Posted 2008
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