Cherish my dreams. Like the elements of nature, they are constant and ever-changing.
There’s a path – that always travels back,
A path crossed many times over;
Some dreams were left behind,
Under wisps of four-leafed clover.
Naked, shivering and playful,
Relentlessly they pursue and tease.
Tugging at the hem of emotions –
Dreams unravel memories.
A shadowy dance of remembrance,
Warm, caressing and fanciful.
Ensnared in time and space,
Dreams are haunting and powerful!
In moments of now and never,
Snapshots pressed in rhyme.
Dreams keep weaving stories…
Of lives somewhere lost in time.
Hushed by a deep slumber,
Dreams doth reign the night.
That too shall not last forever –
Life will shine its eternal light!
© Payel Bhattacharyya