I saw a dream last night, and
wondered all through the day – what does my dream truly mean? Finally, I decided to
write my dream as a poem. In fact, dreams are just like poems, full of oxymora, metaphors and alliterations.
Hope you like it.
The blue door
3am in the morning
Finally I go to sleep
So many thoughts revolve in my head
So many, that it’s hard to keep
I finally cross a river
Before the gush could rise
I do it holding your hand
Even with my closed eyes
I reach the safe place
Behind the blue door
The flood starts to rise
As the skies start to pour
It’s gusty, submerged
the world now seems
A safe place this door
How longer would it be?
As you and me resist the surge
Try to keep the blue door closed
We manage to bolt the urge
But such strong brook, would it hold?
Scores of time passes
I’m still clutching the door
The storm has now passed
But did I let you go
I look around, you, I couldn’t see
Slipped through my fingers? How could it
be?
I run the streets, still soaking the rain
And in my heart, I feel this throbbing
pain
The picture brightens, I see the sun
What fell apart has been undone
The sky’s now clear, so are our paths
Why not, I wonder, such from the start
And I see you smiling, walking
towards me
I feel your touch, your scent in the
breeze
The love in the eyes as I see
I kiss your lips; put my heart at ease
My eyes open, I wonder what I had seen
In my thoughts I realize, you had been
And more than ever, I miss our past
times, realize
My dream has no meaning, just this
rhyme