As I Am Reading My Dreams

Between the sun and the moon
there is day and night
life that thrives
and life that dreams
as there is life and death...

While you were sleeping
stars come to play with me
the night that moans...
lonely and forsaken....

moonlit bright night clouds
slowly drifts above
the far away mountain

I see and I feel
how forlorn the night is
night recedes
dawn comes in
with that birds
and slow crimson light
all on a sudden colours
strewn on the sky
as if some child
has spilled the pallette

sun comes up
in between a day and a night
memories and forgetfulness
I think a day always brings
new life, vigour and spirit
to all on earth
no. to some only..

by Daisy Pereira

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