An Evoking Dream (Sestina)

By V.Bhuvana Prabha

In a dream profound, the ocean calls,

A realm where whispers vanish into time,

Where water battles the burning fire,

And shadows stretch beneath the silent moon,

A quiet world, untouched by dreams,

Yet heavy with the weight of the ocean.

The waves crash, relentless as the ocean,

Time stretches endlessly beneath its call,

A dance of fire burning distant dreams,

Each moment slipping, lost in the sands of time,

The shadows whisper, speaking in the silence,

Bound by forces no one dares to dream.

The flames rise, igniting the silent dream,

Yet the ocean quells the burn, a peaceful ocean,

Still as time, consumed by shadows,

Time folds like waves beneath the ocean,

Each current wrapped in whispers of silence,

As fleeting as the light that dreams.

In the quiet, the mind is full of dreams,

The echo of the ocean blending with the fire,

Time fading beneath a cloak of shadows,

And silence reigns, as vast as the ocean,

Where time slips into forgotten dreams,

Echoing through the halls of the ocean.

The ocean’s depths are darkened by shadows,

While time persists, and stirs the fire,

Its heat trembles beneath the shroud of silence,

Waking the flicker of forgotten dreams,

Fading like the ebbing tide of the ocean,

Eternal yet fleeting as the fire’s last call.

The shadows rise, drawn to the ocean,

And in their grasp, they hold the flame of time,

A flicker that fades, lost in the silence,

Yet through it all, dreams continue to dream,

They grow like waves in the heart of the ocean,

Endless, as eternal as the call of fire.

In the end, the ocean’s fire whispers in silence,

Where time and shadows fade into a dream,

Endlessly, like the waves, beneath the ocean.

By V.Bhuvana Prabha