In realms of dreams, where wonders thrive,
Where thoughts take flight, and hopes arrive,
I pause to ponder, 'neath twilight's hue,
A poem I'll craft, just for you.
I would be a gentle breeze that sways,
Caressing fields in sunlit days,
Whispering secrets, soft and light,
Bringing solace through the night.
I would be a river, winding free,
Reflecting stars in its flowing spree,
Carving paths through rugged terrain,
Cleansing souls from sorrow's strain.
I would be a soaring bird on high,
Painting skies with wings spread wide,
Exploring realms beyond the known,
Seeking truths yet to be shown.
I would be a tree, rooted strong,
With branches reaching, stretching long,
Offering shade in summer's heat,
Embracing all who seek retreat.
I would be a flame, fierce and bright,
Guiding lost souls through darkest night,
Igniting passions, sparking desire,
Fueling dreams with an inner fire.
But most of all, dear friend, you see,
In all these things, I'd rather be,
A voice of comfort, a source of light,
To lift your spirits, day or night.
For in your presence, I find my bliss,
Crafting verses sealed with a tender kiss,
A gift of words, woven just for you,
In this poem's embrace, forever true.
So let these lines be a gentle guide,
A reminder that you're cherished inside,
For in the tapestry of life we weave,
You, dear one, are the thread I would be.
©sabujdakua
S