fist of dreams…
one little fist holding on to some dreams
passes through the streets of a lost fable
one sparkling chandelier lit with a thousand candles
one dusty wind chime chiming with delight
waves of thoughts gyrating to heart’s music
pools of crystal clear waters
splashing on their own without hindrance
falls in gushes with hushed silence
for lips that care do not utter words
embraces choicest of syllables
a vision spread across crimson horizon
can carry these dreams to their heartland
that they need to claim
to cherish for one lifetime.
