“Celestial Tango of Awkward Dreams"
#WritcoPoemPrompt113
A simple fantasy or wish fulfillment,
A child in you curious in a balcony,
Timelessness of eternal moment,
Soon it will become a reality...
In a quaint balcony, a child's dream,
A fantasy weaved in moonlit gleam,
Where stars conspire to grant a wish,
A timelessness embraced, a cosmic tryst.
Ephemeral zephyrs whisper rare,
A symphony of secrets fill the air,
Beyond the veil of earthly sight,
The eternal moment takes its flight.
A wondrous land of magic's birth,
Where ancient wisdoms roam the earth,
Philosopher's stones and moonlit hues,
A realm where dreams and reality fuse.
In this kaleidoscope of cosmic dance,
The child in me, finds a grand expanse,
With unique words, the stars converse,
In whispers woven, they disperse.
The labyrinth of thoughts untold,
Unveiling truths, like gems of gold,
Ethereal visions, they unfold,
In a symphony of stories old.
A wish fulfilled, the heart's decree,
A fusion of all that's yet to be,
The child, now grown, embraces true,
A fantasy woven, dreams pursue.
So, let the moon its secrets share,
In language whispered, yet profound,
For in this timeless balcony's air,
Fantasy and reality astound.
© stoicescape
A simple fantasy or wish fulfillment,
A child in you curious in a balcony,
Timelessness of eternal moment,
Soon it will become a reality...
In a quaint balcony, a child's dream,
A fantasy weaved in moonlit gleam,
Where stars conspire to grant a wish,
A timelessness embraced, a cosmic tryst.
Ephemeral zephyrs whisper rare,
A symphony of secrets fill the air,
Beyond the veil of earthly sight,
The eternal moment takes its flight.
A wondrous land of magic's birth,
Where ancient wisdoms roam the earth,
Philosopher's stones and moonlit hues,
A realm where dreams and reality fuse.
In this kaleidoscope of cosmic dance,
The child in me, finds a grand expanse,
With unique words, the stars converse,
In whispers woven, they disperse.
The labyrinth of thoughts untold,
Unveiling truths, like gems of gold,
Ethereal visions, they unfold,
In a symphony of stories old.
A wish fulfilled, the heart's decree,
A fusion of all that's yet to be,
The child, now grown, embraces true,
A fantasy woven, dreams pursue.
So, let the moon its secrets share,
In language whispered, yet profound,
For in this timeless balcony's air,
Fantasy and reality astound.
© stoicescape