The stars are in your eyes
The clouds under your feet
And at your fingertips
The skies seemingly breathe
Their breath tickles your face
With sprays of sand and salt
As the clouds disintegrate
And into the sea you fall
The sea’s swallowed the sun
And the tears of the night
Now the night is on the run
Here creeps in the morning light
Through the canopy of leaves
The netted sunbeams prance
They prick away the sleep
And fill awe in every glance
– Akanksha Gupta
Out of the night that curls around
Glittering from pole to pole
A sleigh of dreams shimmies about
The contours of our souls
And in the gentle caress of sleep
It brings a world to life
That lifts the stubborn blanket of snow
Lodged in our year-struck eyes
To show beyond the place of self
Lies a joy beyond measure —
An exchange without cause or clause
That begets unbridled pleasure
Then it matters not how weary the road
How blistery the soles of day become
We shall always find the shade of friends
Even when on our lonesome
Because —
Out of the night that curls around
Glittering from pole to pole
A sleigh of dreams shimmies about
The contours of our souls
And in the gentle caress of sleep
It weaves old tales with new
A realm of possibilities
We knew not could be true
To show beyond the place of self
Lies a vision of tomorrow —
A free fall into novelty
Past year-stale joys and sorrows
Then it matters not dawn streaks
The inward eye with reddish gold
The dreams herald a future
That is ours to have and to hold
AxelleGupta 