My Dreams

My dreams were only dreams,

Till now, in mere black in white,

Far from reality and its realms,

Yet they fed the hopeful heart.

Amid despair and expectations,

The fighting heart grew weary.

Nibbling Through their implications,

They seem somehow so dreary.

One night, just out of the blue,

Savoring the utopia of dreams,

Your face shining like a rainbow,

Lighting my world with its beams.

I saw you real, for the first time,

Clothed in glory with colors bright;

My heart’s bells joyfully did chime,

Henceforth, no more black and white.

Memories are a thing of the past,

Transfigured in your coming right.

Your mere presence created a blast,

Mushroomed in very colorful sight.

I didn’t want these dreams awaken,

Safe to the reality of your presence;

I didn’t want their beauty be shaken,

Safe to the touch of your essence.

From the twilight, I emerged feverish,

Crowned in glory yet in love parish;

Beyond expectation and futile gibberish,

I have you to hold, to love and cherish.