A DREAM

Don’t look at me,

Look into me.

There’s a rainbow inside.

 

Don’t hold my hand,

Hold my heart.

It beats twice.

 

Don’t speak for me,

Speak with me.

It’s better that way.

 

Sweet as the light of the stars.

Soft as a summer breeze.

I’ll see you soon,

In my wicked dreams.

 

Ahh. You’ve looked away again.

My love, don’t you see.

You’re mine.

And mine only.

-Manya Singh Patel