If dreams could dream they would dream of silver wings, they would dip into a rainbow and hop on saturn rings. If dreams could touch they would reach up for the stars, they would grab a million sun rays and break into a dance. If dreams could sing they would snatch a melody, from a thunder and a raindrop, and weave a symphony. If dreams could hear, they would stop my a silent moon, they would scoop up unheard stories, served on a silver spoon. But dreams are probably blind,they smell all things bright, high high high they fly, at the end there is light. but they fail to see the cloud lurking in the sky, they hit the the dark and mighty and they shatter and they die... .
Tiny little raindrops settled comfortably on my outstretched hand like a magic wand, the touch of the glistening hand, brought a smile on my face. As I clutched the slippery moment lest it wear away like sand, I realised that you had trailed far behind, failing to keep pace. When on a solitary evening the friendly breeze brushed by, Despite her busy schedule she kissed away a tear, she dropped a dollop of hope under the azure sky I looked around, to find you nowhere near. Towards the uncomplicated, freed from the tangles of complications, I plunged into a life well sorted, a life without you, and as I ushered in a new beginning, of dreams and aspirations, I found myself entangled in the presence of your absence, I found you.........