Time and Change & Imagination and Dreams

By Yaamini

With time, the earth and sky do sway,

What halts this change, what makes it stay?

Raindrops fall upon dry land's crust,

The verdict clear, time's unique trust.

Doubt not when this truth unfolds,

In time's constant change, its mystery holds.

The ocean of change, boundless, profound,

In it, our tales, seeking, are found.

Imagination and Dreams

In realms unseen, where shadows dance,

And stars collide in whispered trance,

There lies a world of boundless gleam,

Where dreams take flight on fancied stream.

In minds ablaze, the artist's lair,

Where colors swirl and thoughts ensnare,

A canvas vast, a poet's quill,

Craft tales untold, with endless skill.

Oh, wondrous land where no bounds reign,

Where fantasies roam, unfettered, untamed,

In twilight's glow, or dawn's first light,

Imagination paints the night.

Through whispered sighs and echoed cries,

In realms unknown, the soul may rise,

To soar on wings of whispered schemes,

And dance upon the moonlit beams.

In dreams, we find our truest sight,

A mirror to the soul's delight,

Where shadows fade and fears retreat,

And hope's soft melody shall greet.

So let us cherish, in whispered rhyme,

The endless expanse of dreamtime,

For in our minds, we hold the key,

To worlds unknown, yet wild and free.

By Yaamini