Call it the evening breeze playing the notes of an awaited solstice or the placidity of a seemingly calm soul, a part of me just wants to unlock the doors of creativity and write something. Anything. So here goes.
A mystical wanderer, enveloped in dreamy landscapes
swaying to the winds of ecstasy, dancing to the abstract rhythms.
A kaleidoscope of emotions whirling through her veins
an uncertainty so tangible, the vitality so ephemeral.
Yet, the dreams, ever so iridescent, forge to take a flight
to transcend the fugacious frivolities
and reach for the starry skies.
Blooming dreams infused with a hope
reverberating through the quoins of her soul.
Oh these dreams! they form her haven of peace
and the corridors she desires to tread;
for her vision and longings, they unite.
Oh, tread she must
and leave a thorough trail of her journey.
A journey that shall heal her wounds
and morph her into a gallant warrior.
Whose soul will always echo the words
‘I had a dream, I had a dream.’