Daydream Mine.

Dearest daydream mine,
The radiant sun, the divine,
What wouldn’t I give for a mere glimpse?
Oh, to be encased in the light you shine!
The ever glorious warmth of your smile;
A thousand winters I would brave,
If it meant you’d be spring’s first bloom,
Thawing my heart, unfrozen—
Dearest daydream mine,
How I long for you!

Eyes open, lost in blissful oblivion,
Taking in your breath-taking grace,
Forever envious of the golden rays
That gently caress your face,
To feel the silken beauty that you are;
Forgive me, I am unworthy,
I am but a simple poet,
In love with the distant star.

How fortunate must one be
To earn just a look from your eyes?
Eyes of burning ember gold,
If they burn me, I’ll let myself be—
To ashes and dust I’ll turn,
Under your gaze I slowly burn,
Still craving for more of you,
Your warmth, your embrace.

Perhaps this is what it means to lose oneself
In daydreams so vivid, captivating,
All my senses ensnared by you;
How selfish of me to call you mine!
How foolish it is to fall!
An existence that is no longer mine,
I’d give you the world just for a sliver of warmth.

And every meaningless declaration,
Every word in the name of love,
Suddenly makes all the sense in the world,
A world that has slowed down around you—
You, with the aura of a hundred suns,
I’d burn for you, burn to ground,
Just to watch you shine,
Dearest daydream mine.

~Shubhangi Srinivasan.

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You know how we all have this picture in our heads that we keep seeing over and over again, until it starts to manifest in the form of our daydreams? This is pretty much one of those daydreams that I’ve been having for a while, now. And I thought we could use a break from all the angsty things that I had been writing, lately. Call me crazy, but I feel like these images that keep flashing in my head are there for some very good reasons that I do now know of, yet. So, I wrote a poem about it. I hope you like it.
Yours truly,
The Shubhster.

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