A mottled sky swarms, mostly hope, some despair
Dreams emanate from enclosures of thoughts and spaces
Freedom has new dimensions.
Amid few flights of fancy, a few jousts with sanity, a strangled reality
Mindspaces created music, love and and a world in ether
A world beyond, in parallel to daily wants.
Then, plumbing the droplets, escaping the faucet of my dreams
I built a little castle of pearls, just to stare at-
Not to live in.
When the moon shines or the sun sets, it gleams eloquently
And I see small birds and large butterflies
In each crystal.
Sparingly I clean it with care and a small handkerchief
Always afraid it will dry up one day, evaporate
Into a very thin air.