These Are the Days of Dream
These are the days of dream
Don’t sink, don’t set, I tell the spent sun
I'll fly like a butterfly with motif of love on wings
I’ll reach, I’ll touch the flower you become for me.
These are the days of dream
I see the streaks of the golden sun in your eyes
Your smile sparkles with the patina of pearly dew
I’m a blushing blade of grass in your flushing meadow.
These are the days of dream
The crimson clouds brush your face on their flight
Paint me in its color making me a piece of surreal art
For I’m no longer an empty canvas hidden in your heart.
These are the days of dream
You dance like a leaf in rhythm of summer shower
From your deep dimple my love drips for you to feel
I’m a drop of rain trickling, trying to touch your purple lip.
These are the days of dream
I see you clear, I see you come to me
These are the days of dream
Let me lie, let me sleep on your arm.
May 12, 2021
Contest : "Say It Again"
Sponsor : William Kekaula
Copyright © Subimal Sinha-Roy | Year Posted 2021
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