Loom of Dreams

It was a dream delicately woven;
Fine threads of silk intricately spun,
Embroidered with hope that made it brighten;
Vibrant hues all blending into one.


Under loving care the cherished dream did thrive.
Soon it was time for it to succeed;
But to achieve itself the lovely dream had to strive,
The world too busy to pay any heed.


Losing its freshness it fast faded;
Unable to resist life’s forces inevitable.
Once exuberant, now old and jaded,
To the arduous trials it had proved susceptible.


A dream nurtured so ardently,
Could it wither as easily?
As I wonder thus, I resume silently,
To spin one more, just as intricately.

When it's Twilight

Had written this one almost 20 years ago! But it has always been one of my favourites so am sharing it here. :)

When It's Twilight

Yet another sunset, light on darkness does verge

When dreams and reality begin to merge

figures turn into silhouettes, the world seems ethereal

the most fervent dreams suddenly seem so real

From depths of loneliness emerges hope

With life’s ups and downs, one day I too shall cope

I too shall walk down its rugged path, hand in hand

Our joys doubled, we’ll endure ice and sand

Entwined our hearts and divided our sorrows
We'll make happy our today and secure our tomorrows

My soul shall rejoice, just being with you

We’ll dance to life’s rhythm flooded with bliss anew

The light fades, darkness descends

The spell is broken, my reverie ends

The silhouettes vanish, the reality is stark

Gone is that magic twilight hour when it’s neither light nor dark