Melody From A Dream

By Divyanka Shaw

All at once, the world scattered,

pieces of time scattered like glass.

I reached,

not for the pieces, but for the pulse of something softer.

I extended my hand,

hoping to catch love as it drifted past,

elusive but near,

like mist in morning air.

And then, there it was,

a melody, faint, almost forgotten,

echoing from somewhere deep inside,

a song I’d heard before,

from a half remembered dream.

The sound weaved through my hair,

gentle as the breeze,

as if it were a torn page from a book,

I loved so long ago.

Its words, worn and fading, dissolving in water,

like sunlight slipping to the ocean’s depths,

where light becomes a memory.

And there, in the silence between each note,

I felt the weight of forgotten things,

Like shadows stretching across an endless sky.

the melody faded, leaving only echoes,

like distant whispers of something I once knew.

But still, I reached

for love, for the dream, for the pieces left behind,

my hand tracing the air,

where light had danced and disappeared.

I became the memory,

a part of the song that the sea could never swallow,

drifting where the ocean meets the sky,

where even time forgets to move.

By Divyanka Shaw