Oneiric

By Wrishika Borah

The Wind is blowing,

The Sun is setting,

The Ocean Waves are crashing onto the shore,

The Seagulls are retreating,

These golden rays embrace me in a deep slumber.

White sheets wrapped around my legs,

I dream of the Constellations,

I see myself up there with them

Veiled by arrogant Cassiopeia

Between Andromeda and Cepheus;

The Daughter and the Husband,

Stays the family together for infinity.

I dream of the Fireflies;

Twinkling and flickering,

They blanket the pumpkin patch.

It seems as if the Stars have descended from their abode

And took shelther on the green grounds.

I dream and dream and dream;

Until the Sun decends into the Sea,

And night-time kisses the World in a fair greeting,

And the Tides rise,

And the Lighthouse stops flashing its light.

I dream until I cannot dream anymore.

By Wrishika Borah