And Dreams

Poem written whilst feeling nostalgic about childhood. Excerpt: elusive childhood skips before me, dancing with rain beneath a dark sky/cerise balloons fly with the cool air of the night

elusive childhood skips before me, dancing with rain beneath a dark sky

cerise balloons fly with the cool air of the night

and I am but a passerby, gazing at the past with aching eyes

and a heart brimmed with bittersweet sentiments of

how then had been so wonderful

and how now my unmasked eyes are no longer witness to dreams,

to those pulsating colours once seen through rose glass windows

with young and vibrant eyes

unknowing and new like dawn

yet to be tainted and disillusioned

by truth.

 

(But I wonder,

 had then the truth been seen?)

 

oh, how I wish I could join childhood,

and ballet beneath that secretive sky,

whilst believing I was each and all of my hopes,

whilst having no gold, naught

but my imagination

 

And Dreams.

Reviews

[prachi prangya agasti]

an awesome description and good usage of words... really liked it...

[Aisha Mnd]

Thank you!