Courtesy Google
Morning
I gathered snowflakes
of dreams and of being;
they hugged to tree
bark, twigs,
sparkling;
holding like when I
am cold
and holding close to
you,
so crystal with no shades
of autumn, summer or
spring,
just snowflakes;
no colour, pristine,
of holding in and of silence
and treasuring that
rainbow
when light touches
softly,
morning
I gather snowflakes
of dreams and of
being
of all that was
scattered across
in infinity
while in sleep…
I gather snowflakes of dreams....they seem so delicate too...and can quickly melt...
ReplyDeleteso we have to be careful when we gather them not to hold them too close....smiles.
I wish I only gathered snowflakes in my dreams. Much more enjoyable than gathering them in reality.....smiles.
ReplyDeleteThis seems so gentle.. all those snowflakes they are like dreams (until the land as a cold kiss on your face)
ReplyDeleteA charming idea - snowflakes of dream and being... and I like the non-colour and purity of them - not sure my dreams are quite like that...
ReplyDeleteThis is like a surreal dreamland ~ Specially like:
ReplyDeletejust snowflakes;
no colour, pristine,
of holding in and of silence
Good to see you Sreeja ~
Ah.. the crystal dreams of snowflakes are clear as love that never dies across the seasons of a never ending journey now..:)
ReplyDeletefantastic -- snowflakes as keys to the infinite stretches of mind
ReplyDeletesnowflakes
ReplyDeleteof dreams and of being... that is just wonderful... i get dreamy eyes...