Trail of Emotion
My dreams lifted from mirage, magnified so manifold,
the miniature frame of my mind could no longer hold,
but in desert wind they grew wings of soaring desire,
turning into twilight birds fluttering in the ardent air.
Through the ribboned arc of the resplendent rainbow
they sailed to the slanting horizon dipping down low,
where the setting sun’s hues of silence drizzled to lie
on the carved canvas of the color-suffused mural sky.
They flew en echelon on the cotton canopy of cloud,
the drifting design in pristine blue made them proud.
I tried to decipher the meaning of plethora of pattern,
some I could decode, but many I had failed to discern.
The birds making all the time new template of flight,
allured me to catch the kaleidoscopic sight of delight.
I couldn’t, in the end gave up, toiled the tedious try,
for they ascended high to obscurity in the remote sky.
My dreams wafted on soaring wings of summer birds,
disappeared beyond the winter's misty edge blurred.
I now wander forlorn in the middle of frozen nowhere,
trudge on dregs of time in the trail of emotion forever.
I would build nest for the birds that had flown away,
and wait, after the winter they would return someday.
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