Dream

Lying alone and looking at the moon,
Cool wind caressing my cheeks,
Little sparrows starting to chirp,
Telling me it'll be  morning soon.

My window is an enchanting sight,
The birds sing, the wind plays it's music,
Sweet lullaby drifts me into sleep,
Falls on my face the white moon light.

I'm now into an unknown land,
It's a stormy night pouring down,
Suddenly a lightening strikes,
A small girl holds a young man's hand.

He tries to calm the whimpering child,
The girl is now quite,
Smiling at him  for being her angel,
The tempest now getting mild.

She tries to see his familiar face,
For it's a darker and stormy night,
Lightning gives her , a fraction of time ,
But the hourglass has won the race.

With a loud thunder I woke up,
Only to see the skies cry,
But these are the tears of joy,
The girl could not, but I know the man,
For he is the one,
Who will always be in my heart,
Like no other!
     -Princi Mishra