I used to dream of pretty things,
Of things beyond this world.
I dream of pretty sunsets,
Where color all swirled,
And,
One day my dreams stopped coming,
As they soon become real.
There was so much more than that,
I've imagined myself in my trance.
That day was so brighter in the dark,
Everything was so suddenly,
He rides me in cold winds.
The sky was praising my new beginning,
Like they waited for me
To see this dream come into reality.
Look like I've got everything,
Seizing a glimpse of happiness,
And gazing at the beauty of happiness.
I look at him,
Like he holds some sort of enchantment,
Like A Sunflower To The Sun.
I Dream of Him With Open Eyes.

-Janhavi M. N🌻
© Janhavi M. Nivendkar🌻