A Dream

In the quiet of night, I close my eyes,

Where shadows and memories softly rise,

A dream begins, tender and true,

And there she stands, like morning dew.


Her voice, a whisper, sweet and clear,

Like a melody only the heart can hear,

Her hands reach out, warm and near,

Banishing every lingering fear.


Her smile, a beacon, glowing bright,

Guiding me through the endless night,

I run to her, arms open wide,

In this dream, there’s no need to hide.


We talk of days long since passed,

Of laughter and love meant to last,

And in this moment, time stands still,

As though the world bends to our will.


But as dawn’s light begins to creep,

I feel the dream begin to seep,

Away like mist, fragile and thin,

The world outside beckons me in.


Yet in my heart, she’ll always stay,

Though dreams may fade with the day,

Her love, like roots, runs deep and strong,

In waking life, it still belongs.


Daya Nair🫶

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