Dream Weaver

as I watch the sun fade away
behind the palm trees
that line up on the sea shore
I begin to take stock and prepare to leave;

opening up my bag,
with a view to clear the excess baggage,
I find all I have is words and
that does not seem to be enough!

a gentle breeze blows softly
ruffling a few leaves and
spreading a peaceful feeling
that I never knew before!

clutching a pencil in hand,
plenty of thoughts,
plenty of ideas,
I’ve got so much to say;

words unspoken, lurk around
like hungry wolves,
ready to devour the soul
the moment I give in!

sitting here, I watch the people
play games that I don’t understand;
games that don’t mean a thing
yet I stand in their midst;

alone with memories of what, once was,
searching for reasons, to why and because
I search for a reason and a purpose
to keep going on for more!

as the night falls and the stars come out,
I close my eyes and climb into my starship,
to go to a faraway land, leaving everything else behind,
where I am safe, till morning light, filters in

flying higher than the stars,
I close my eyes and in this psychedelic mind space,
weave many a dreams
to write the chapters of my life!
(to ease away the pain…)

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Every great dream begins with a dreamer. Always remember, you have within you the strength, the patience, and the passion to reach for the stars to change the world. – Harriet Tubman

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  1. Raji Krishnan