AWAY FROM A THOUSAND DREAMS

Away from a thousand dreams,

A land for spirits to thrive.

Not one seer, with her ream’s

Dirty inked blot, would dive

Deep into her virgin tale.

But here a girl,

So like me is in her fraught flight.

Raven eyes, flying Black till her hip,

Eyes frozen as it saw

Again a wasted fallow.

Golden leaves may bow to death,

On Autumn’s whispering chants.

Blooming roses, can they shed?

On spring’s fragrant breeze,

From a distant lawn’s love.

No more of his praising stares,

Nor again a crimson a cheek,

Gone with wind, her flowery scent,

That lingered once in this vale,

All at once a dream half-seen.

The Curves, The Poise, The Smiles,

All now shadow of nothingness.

Chirpy chatters hushed so soon,

And her desires drown deep

Before it ever felt the clouds.

Tears dried down, smiles blossomed,

Smoke and soot dirtying again,

Wools are prized as deftly

Fingers broke the trapping ice,

Far she was still, failing a thrill.

Behold those candour heads,

Set your eyes can you?

Here, filthy rules of death

Slanted away forever,

Dream and Hope beware!

    - Salini Kollath