THE LADY OF POOR DREAMS

This poem has a lot of feelings attached ... I had written it 4 years back and is one of my compositions which I like the most.

One beauty of the autumn that the spring beholds

Over the mounts that the valleys stare

The autumn of affection, the valleys of love

Also over the dunes of the desert

And beneath the depth of the oceans

Wherever these eyes could travel

They see the similar unseen beauty.

And the dreams ain’t peaceful anymore

The senses respire but the heart would pant

When the bright beauty of the dark calls

Lost in the notes of the night, the nightingale sings

When the chilled dark is warmed by the woods

The moon melts the snow to golden splendor

In such precious seconds, a seraph is seen

Beautified among the cherubs and princess of stars

But she is the lady, the lady of poor dreams

Dreams that never saw love with closed eyes.

When the velvet clouds beyond the horizon cry

The low falling drops touch the reveries deep;

And though flooded in the waters of sorrow

They see nobody but some gestures, smiling

And when she was unheard still, the silence broke

The silence that the night induced, the dawn followed

And over the blue stretches of the rosy morning

A rose was never seen, but a dove was found

Spotted with kisses of love and bloods of hatred

But the dreams of the daylight never are true

And of the twilight are seldom false.

For the dark only shows the dreams poor

Blessed by the lonely moon and the flock of stars.