Wings of Dreams

I will not unfold the wings of dreams, Touching the blue clouds that drifts away. No longer will I write poetry On the torn pages of memory, For the ink has bled into the past,fading beneath the weight of time. No more aimless marches through forgotten nights, For you are the completeness in my feeling- The quiet vow that halts the endless search, The warmth that breathes life into a shattered soul. No more darkness, No more whispers in dreams, Your voice, a melody, fills my mind- An endless festival of colour, vibrant and alive, Where every thought blooms in hues of love. That morning deep within the chest, I heard the frozen blue pains calling in this city , The Brick Hills no longer stand as silent witnesses- There is no longer any need for them to rise. Dreams no longer need wings, For in your eyes, the horizon stretches far and wide, A boundless expanse where clouds,once cold and distant, And memories once torn, now healed by the touch of loneliness.