The Dream and the Song Live On and On

When I’m in glee of your alluring smile As you gaze merrily ebullience of dawn Caressing blush of emerging sunrise Scintillating fervor upon magenta arc Whispering gingerly to budding revelry Strolling in morning’s flowery breeze Creating your own moments of intimacy Ignoring plea of my romantic appeal, If only I could be that spectacular sun Whose arrival you await so longingly; May be, I too, can live in your dream. When somber moods reign the night And darkened clouds shroud horizon I hear the clamor of dissonant vibes Speaking boldly, yet saying nothing Awaiting silently for glimmer of light Exuberating luminance of galactic arena Where, in its adoration you feel lost, If only I could be that brightest of stars Twinkling for you from heavens above And touch like it does your fervid aura; May be, I too, can conquer your heart. When face of your winter turns harsh Thrashing snowfall in freezing storms You seek relief from autumn’s reveries Reminiscing in zeal of crimson prairies Nostalgic in colors of passionate alacrity Rejecting emptiness of frozen vagaries Eyeing instead for enchanting greenery, If only I could be your spring’s ballad In lyrics that arouse pulses of desires Elevating harmony in rhythms of harp; May be, I too, can seduce your song. Sometimes you tell me, I’m your dream Sometimes you say, you own my heart Sometimes you vow, you are my song-- As the dream and the song live on and on… August 4, 2020 Placed 2nd: If only, may be, sometimes poetry contest Sponsor: Silent One