Reverie.

I thought the storm was over.
Like the swarms that come out after the rains
my dreams spread their wings and soared towards the new light
- A strange sight of multiple hues, charting out their pre-destined paths.
The gentle breeze that swayed, only seemed to propel them higher.
But within a blink of my disbelieving eye -
my dreams lay shattered, broken wings scattered,
sprinkling drops of realisation on me
arousing me from my eternal reverie.
(1987)